The Path Of Love Poem by Marco Bo

the way of love is not a highway without limits or barriers
the path of love is a crossroads of old country lanes
the path of love is a maze of narrow streets lost in the suburbs
that do not lead anywhere

the way of love always comes back to the start
yet every time makes you discover new shelters,
unknown corners of your soul and your heart,
you just have to look for them and look into each other eyes,

trees, brambles full of juicy blackberries
or squares, arcades and ancient doors wide open
before courtyards with fountains where you can refresh with cold water
and benches to sit and rest
and with no hurry looking into each other's eyes
and holding hands once again
ask one another

'how are you?
where do we go now? '

and come what may!