Where is love?
Is it up a twisted footpath, bordered with bright flowers,
Around the curved bend of a dusty country road,
On top of a lofty mountain that plays hide and seek with clouds,
Near a rumbling river that sings its song to the forest,
On a concrete ribbon of walkway in a bustling city,
Along blonde sands that are kissed daily by the surf,
Or amidst wildflowers growing silently in a cool, green glade?
Where is love?
Will I find it?
Will I know love when I find it?
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