love has many faces.
it forms itself as many emotions and actions.
it can be a strong hug, sex, a phone call from a child in a distant place.
it can be the way you arrange your pillows or pet the dog.
maybe love can come in from every direction.
the love you felt as a young person in love, lover’s lust, a friend who cares, the way the northeren lights cross the sky casting reflections on the water.
a mind memoried with loving thoughts of loves lost, loves passing by and those yet to come.
perhaps one day your heart will dance will again.
perhaps not.

SWAMPANGEL

I like your poem, especially the uncertain aspect of love at the end of the poem,"perhaps...perhaps not."

Swampangel,
I agree very much with Summers. But: First reaction to ending of line three was telephone sex with children! I know this is awkward. It simply meddled up in my mind. If it does not destroy the chain of thoughts you wanted to follow, I suggest

It can be sex, a strong hug, a phone call etc.

This way, it has space between.
Okay for you?

silent siren