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"Love" (by Joe DiMino)

Who can say where it comes from?
Only that it's there:
when least expected,
thought to be antique
or rare
perhaps obsolete,
one night
recalling all of dream
and moonbeam
we are kept awake by a tingling…
an unsettling of the heart;
listening to the call of another
longing for a missing part;
we warn ourselves a thousand times
only fools think of love rhymes…
yet inclined as addicts
in an opium den
we will try to find heaven again….