it really does all come back to love, city slickers, that one thing in life, contact, belief and faith, love in each other, when you strip away everything, what's left? when all the holes have been dug, when all the truth is uncovered, when the facts speak for themselves, who's listening? what is it that's left, what is it that makes everything else worthwhile, what is it that can be the cause, the reason, to go through everything, anything, what could possibly be that strong, that insane, that beautiful, that joyful, the honest and true, what else but love? seek and ye shall find, found, and lost, slipped through fingers love's sandy beach, palm trees, ocean sounds, waves lapping at the shore, quietly lapping at between my toes, but there, a long long time ago, sitting there, moonlight, away from star crossed lovers, to my own admirer, without knowing, unreciprocated, unmirrored, but honest and true, simple and pure, a thing of beauty, a thing of no equal, love