Where did the feeling go?
True love, once carried on the flow,
now seems caught in the undertow.
In a world that tries us,
with a pull towards sin,
how can he save it?
How far down can he swim?
This world drowns love, kills love,
who knows if it even belongs.
Whenever he lays his cards down
a tidal wave comes.
Hours and days pass,
filled with little or no passion.
A dozen destinations to fulfill;
none of true design.
A woman sitting at the stoplight wonders,
Who is this man again at the red?
When he turns, they both smile—
and their hearts leap out of bed.