To Find Love

The wherewithall
in this land of fate
gives nothing towards
a sauntering gait
until the steps of what you do
lead you to a different you.

So, go forth now,
and sow your loving.
Leave it not in ancient covens.
for all the work and anything
go forth along for soul to sing.

Please, this trail though long...
just hike until your death you'll find
a love lost lest
you move your body toward it.
Your one true love... you'll find it.
It's love itself.