asking, of Love

do you come from my heart

or do you reside in my soul,

for sometimes i feel you in

the depths of my gut and

inside every teardrop trickling

down my cheeks to my toes

if you are omnipresent do you  

feel pain, angst and sadness,

understand the hurtful absence

in the departure of love ones

and do you battle with the

evilness that is called hate

my ‘being’ senses that the

spirit of the universe is much

grander than even my imaginings,

that it encompasses that which i

know and that which i don’t, a

balance of all

and so if i can ask a favor, Love;

will you be my friend, my mentor,

be the conduit to understanding

from whence i came and from

whilst my journey will take me,

will you hold my hand?