Love?

There is a love I seem to have, but I
Cano not find where it appears to be
It aches, pleads, and cries, yes it does. My
Heart, he whom is too blind to yet see

I can’t comprehend, am I ignorant
To everything that is shown bluntly
Something that is straight, not easily bent
Something allowed to fly up so freely

Is it I who is too much of a fool
That drowns in such a shallow, shadow pool.