loves lost & found

love's not lost, nor missing; it's there within our reach

it's a lesson to be learnt, and if it could only teach

there'd be respect upon the street, which would stretch to every man

'til hate is obsolete, and the human race is ran

love's regained through trusting in the things we're born to not

that black and white can mix, if you just stir the melting pot

that man is quite the monster only when there's others too

that simply shaking hands is an easy thing to do

love's not lost, we hold it in our palm and on our sleeve

you feel it in the everyday, the patterns we all weave

splash it all around or keep it locked in jealous heart

it is quite the serial chiller and will never need depart

love's regained through taking its simplicity on board

it's important to us all; and it should come underscored

but you won't see any signposts when direction's not the need

it's planted in the air, so breathe it in and sow its seed...