Where has the love went?
It used to stare me in the face, now it is nowhere to be found.
The things that built bridges is the same thing that is breaking them down.
Where oh where has it gone?
The answer is in my face, but I just cannot see.
A love that is meant to be will stand any river that runs through it.
I know where I must go and who I must see.
The things that started this love is the thing that will bring it back to me.
The solution to the problem is correct.
This love will never come back unless you look.
Choices were made and decisions are now on display.
There is no where to turn, but to the person in the mirror.
Once that person learns to love what is looking back.
Then we will no longer have to wonder where the love went.