Where love exists

Darling, do you believe love exists?

In heaven as well as the abyss?

Or,

By the creek where flowers bloom?

By the mountain where demons groom?

Or,

In the hot springs where spirits glide?

In the shrines where lost souls hide?

Or,

In the hearts of the wanderers?

In the dust of a pigeon's feathers?

Or,

At the moment when you meet me?

In the sounds of our unspoken melody.

But,

Maybe you don't, after all, you wouldn't.

That is fine, O' silly me.