could figure out this riddle
could dissolve this mystery
of your love for me
not his slouchy raincoats
not his glass eye glinting
not his nasty cigar waving
(that wet wad wandering
don’t they all??)
there’s joy in them there hills
and gold in that there heart
that hides from every searcher
except for me
it’s there so certain
so obviously
and no one else
can find it
not even Columbo
Charissa's Grace Notes 
Love needs no explanation. It just is. 🙂
“there’s joy in them there hills
and gold in that there heart
that hides from every searcher
except for me…”
*Charissa lets silence tower in resounding affirmation*