We do not find love. Love will find us.

We do not find love. Love will find us.

Delicious love, sweet love. The kindest love will be tattoos on our skin.

I asked for one kiss, I asked for one dance and

I was lost in your eyes, and you took my hands. We went to the dance floor.

We did the Texas two-step, and you held me close.

We did not speak; we had no words.

This wasn’t our first dance, and it would not be our last dance.

On Friday and Saturday night, we found each other in the dance halls of Austin.

I asked you. Why does the prettiest gal in Austin, Texas. So kind and generous to me.

She gave me a soft kiss and she told me. Dear poet, you seek me when the night is so lonely.

And I am waiting. I need to dance, I need to laugh and you are the only one who see me now.

We are the leftovers people seeking everything and nothing. With you.

I know love is near and you will stay with me till noon.

We will drink coffee in late afternoon, and I need your poetry my dear friend.

I told her. We do not find love. Love will find us.

You are my Texas rose and I will stay with you till the end of days.

I love you so.

John