The furtive glances of Love disappear 

Like a fawn in broad daylight.

On Love's lips you find you hear

A scattering of leaves.

Wild ponies loose in the canyon.

You convince yourself

They want to be caught.

A whisper of something unintelligible 

Teases you in the night,

With the hope of understanding.

The sordid talk of sleep talkers!

Something to dangle a carrot!

You'll put your heart before your course

Every time!

-jenn