Can Someone Tell Me Where Love Goes?

Love comes like a lion, afraid of nothing
Stealthily through the night
Ravenous for that first kiss
Strong and bold and beautiful.

Love then like the gazelle, gracefully leaping
Freely running through the open fields
It senses no danger, no despair
Strong and bold and beautiful.

Oh love like the giraffe reaches for the sky
Stretching out to grasp the goodness above
Delicately tasting and wanting each morsel
Strong and bold and beautiful.

What then happens and when?
Like the panther in the night
Love steals away without being seen
Strong and bold and beautiful.

But what is left when love has gone?
One goldfish in a bowl
No where to hide, no one to love.

Written by Beverley ©

Music: "The Blue Side of Lonesome is Me"