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Where is the love? -excerpt from "Words One Can't Describe" Book

A promise of togetherness, ‘til death do us part
Giving the chance to fix a broken heart
The pleasure of the first intense kiss
A warm feeling to just reminisce
The divine caress of the romantic touch
A feeling so good one can't get enough
The heart's desire, a rare moment
To try to get it back, one can only dream of it
Where is the love?
Like the heavens sent from above
To soar in the sky without a clue
Swept off your feet, is it true?
A daring encounter dipped in chocolate
Taste the strawberry that is dipped the way you like it
Making love with the one whom steals your heart
A promise of togetherness, ‘til death do us part
Where is the love when these feelings have passed?
Only in memories that will forever last
Truth be it told, as the story unfolds
For it will never disappear
As sweet nothings are whispered in the ear
And when the last drop of love has finally been made
And the feeling just makes you want to shed a tear
You will look at your partner as they begin to gaze
Watch as it flows down the cheek, a shared tear
There is the love, holding on to you for the rest of your years

Written by Marcia S. McNeill

Q: If you have to ask yourself where is the love when you are in a relationship, does that mean that there isn't anymore love left?

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