When love arrives,
It arrives only to leave again.
Coming back to another again.
Another time,
Another arrival.
The same streets once laughed and grinned in.
When love arrives,
It arrives as that familiar face
Strolling down the street without a care in the world.
A personality in the wind mutual to which steps to take.
When love arrives,
It arrives with a certain taste.
The first slice of readily made pizza.
Made hot, fresh.
Pepperonis covered in cheese.
Knowing it's favorite place, love.
It's soon to leave until the urge returns.
The pizzeria tucked in the corner.
The pizzeria no one knows about.
The pizzeria that can be found in each and every city.
When love arrives no matter how many times it leaves.
No matter how good the taste,
It is never really gone
