Where is the Love?

 Behind the blank black stares 
of every-day youth roils the lust 
of the opposite, branded by 
passion, controlled by coitus, 
left to uncertainty. 

Fiery glares behind the jaded eyes 
of twisted semi-adult "swingers", 
still perplexed by the multitude 
of malignant relationships, 
half-dead myths of love, and 
twenty-something promises of 
prosperity. 

Bright blissfulness of clear 
blue, or brown, or green 
(or somewhere in between) eyes, 
joyful from being blessed with each other, 
reborn in their children, 
resurrected by the "myth" that was 
told to them just years ago. 

Wise reflection in those icy 
knowing smiles, they who have seen 
most everything, they who know youth 
but pretend to not understand, 
letting us learn on our own. 

Glossy expressions of resignation, 
knowing it's time, feeling the burn, 
missing the touch, relinquishing 
the grip, letting it fall away, 
leaving one question behind, 
Where is the Love?

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