~ ALL OF MY DAYS ~
What can be said about love?
So many have tried
to explain
what can not be understood.
Nothing that has not been said before.
All of my days
let me count the ways
living in a rozy haze…
And yet, so many remains unexplained…
Why it starts
rather than why it ends
They say
it’s just a phase
short-lived craze
confusing as a maze
And yet, they all wish a starting with no end
Dancing to the tunes
with a melody in mind…
no rhythm – no rhyme
just a moment in time.
robin and mlaure
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