Where does the love go
if it seems to run from your heart
Where does that feeling flow
does it get lost in someone’s art?
Where does the love jump off to
when your loved one leaves the room?
Does it fly up to a sky of blue
or cause a young flower to bloom?
How does the love escape
from your encaged red heart?
Does it kick, claw, and scrape
Or slide out on a horse drawn cart?
Oh sweet, sweet honest love
I see you slipping away
As I tap into something from above
I ask you please, darling love, stay.