to me,
Love is ...

trying to see
that something
there in the corner of my eye
that nothing
that's always just out of sight

trying to see
that something
there in the sky
that nothing
without light on the darkest night

trying to see
that something
there in the moonlight
that nothing
hidden behind the shroud of a cloud

trying to see
that something
in a distant wind
that nothing
in the sound that sounds so loud

trying to see
that something
that part of a truth
that nothing
that's hidden in a lie

to me,
to "I",
Love is
trying to see
a teardrop in my eye