Love at every corner

it's strange,
how love comes to visit,
how it knocks us,
a thunder on a clear sky,
like a storm on a sunny day,
unexpected!
and we wallow,
in the ocean of love,
a bed not of roses,
yet warm,
from meetings,
in the silence of a library,
to the merry of weddings,
from praising at a church,
to the mourning at the burials,
from the cupids page,
of meet me and lonely hearts,
to the orbituary section,
many by pass,
but in all love looms,
and the eyed see,
and the blind fall,
love in every a corner!