Running from Love
Crashing into sadness.
Who shot the dove?
You’re in a real mess.
Stand still and wait,
Love will find you.
The doves fly high,
Don’t feel so blue.
Try and take a
Different view,
Find your inner self,
Love will come to you.
David Darbyshire
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/running-from-love/
