My Love

Chasing cars and sunsets,

Hoping that what's missing will be seen,

And the walkway will be filled,

Filled with flowers; blooming and soothing.

My love has gone up and down,

    Had taken left and right,

    Spiraling and squared, 

    Yet, it has grown like grass without a bed.

We always wish for a "greener pasture", 

 Young love has that and that is all,

    My love has been rosy ignoring its thorn,

    That the love I have, had me burned.

Looking back, experience has its worth,

 Affection has different paths and routes,

    My love has taken directions that honed, 

A love you don't have is not something you can provide.