• I have yet to discover
    whether you are real
    or just a figment of the world's
    outrageous imagination.
    People speak of you as
    though you exist but
    how can that be when
    I have not found you.
    I suppose it is all a lie then,
    this notion of love.
    Or, perhaps, it is a possibility
    that this is merely a game of
    hide and seek.
    Where I am the seeker
    and you the hider.
    Ah, but love, where are you hiding?