In The Eyes Of The Beholder

There is no time
Or place
To wait for
Love.
There is no season and
No such place called love's Market or Love's Shopping Mall;
Cause',
Love
Comes and goes
From the blind corner
From
Where you think you see
And you do not.

There is not such thing called cheap or expensive love;
There is only you
And the way you color yourself with
Love.

There is no such thing
Called security
Retirement plan
Pension, or
Funds in love;
Cause',
Love is not for profit or
A political agenda;
But hard labor
Without punch in and
Punch out.

poem by Atef Ayadi
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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