Love lies everywhere
It lies between the girl and boy,
Or the plant and the seed,
Even a child and its toy,
Or even the needy and his needs.
It lies between mom and her kitchen,
Or the books and the readers,
Or the roaster and the chicken,
Or even the gun and the killers.
Its lies between the egoist and his ego,
And the teacher and her blackboard,
Or even the pianist and his piano,
Even the donkey adores his load.
It even lies between the thinker and his knowledge,
Or the hunter and his snares,
And this ‘thing’ which is between always,
Says love lies everywhere.