Love Hurried Out the Door

Love hurried out the door
with a sense of purpose not seen before,
and you followed her out to the lawn,
but Love had turned the corner and she was gone.

Love must have had her running shoes on.

You can jump in your car and drive all around,
search the whole town with a trusty bloodhound,
but when Love wants to hide, she will not be found.

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