Misplaced Love

Love is misplaced!  Where is love?  Why can't we find it?  I was looking for love and couldn't find it.  Looked for it in my new car, but it wasn't there.  I abandoned the search after looking under the seats, in the glove box, in the trunk, and under the hood.  Drove to the bank to see if it was there.  Asked the teller to hand me a withdrawal slip and tried to withdraw love form my checking account.  I filled in all of the blanks and placed L.O.V.E In the amount section then gave it to the teller.  She said she was sorry, but there was only money in my checking.  I apologized for wasting her time, bolted from the bank and rushed to my car.  I pulled up to my beautiful home with carefully trimmed grass around a freshly built two story with great room, vaulted ceilings, expensive paintings and old English furnishings.  Leaving nothing to chance, I threw caution to the wind and began turning over lamps, moving furniture, and flipping over rugs.  The longer the search took, the more desperation took over.  The search progressed with the turning over of chairs, pulling the mattresses off the beds, then snatching the cushions from the couches.  Two hours later my home looked like someone had driven a car from the front of the house to the back.  I found myself balled up in the middle of piles of clothes, dishes, and kitchen appliances.  It was so quiet that I could hear a rat pee on cotton and the beating of my heart.  Love finally revealed itself to me while I was laying in the middle of the floor.  It was with me all the time.  While standing in line at the bank, many people were trying to make bogus withdrawals.  We place too much value on material things and the thoughts of others.  If we would look within, we would love ourselves and wouldn't waste time accumulating the things we think will draw people to us.