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Love holds no map or guided path,
Light doesn’t lead the way,
There’s no potion I can conjure up,
No magic words to say.
 
He’s somewhere in the details
Living in the space between,
Safely hidden in the nuances
Where he cannot be seen.

The heart can feel what eyes don’t see
And I’ve looked everywhere I can,
But he’s not in one single place
Because he’s a nowhere man.