I DO NOT KNOW LOVE

I do not know love in spring...
when the flowers are in bloom
and their fragrance dances
on the wings of a breeze.

I do not know love in summer...
when the sun comes out to play
and the sound of children laughing
is the music in the heat.

I do not know love in fall...
when the leaves are flying free
and the day turns into night
in the silence of a kiss.

I do not know love in winter...
when virgin snow falls on upturned faces
and angels are made in the
form of humans hands.

I do not know love in all its’ forms...
friendship, tenderness,warmth or passion
in the eyes of another
or the safety of an embrace.

I do not know love
love does not know me
we are strangers to the other
yet walk on the same path, unknowing.