Where Does Love Go Poem by Francie Lynch

Inhale nature's incense,
Fill with life
As since first breath,
And exhale.
The air disappears.
Where does love go?

A broken robin's blue
Beneath a fallen leaf;
The curling smoke from the tip,
A lap of shoreline suds,
The dust from fallen stones.
Where does love go?

The pounds we shed,
The worry we dread,
And all about me's thin,
As heaviness dissipates.
Where does love go?

The beads gather on my brow
And rivulet down my nose,
Drop like autumn roses.
Where does love go?

I hurt a friend,
His pain was real,
My remorse reached his ears,
The pain soon disappeared.
But where does love go?