You wonder how love works
At what tick of the clock, the paperweights slide
And invisible sounds wake you up in the dead of the night
You wonder how love works
And try to wish away the scars that heal but not completely
They don't hurt, they don't bleed, at least not visibly
You wonder how love works
The tangled roots and branches bowed down with need
A dry well that somehow, still waters every tree
You wonder how lovers work
They don't. Not often enough.
Fairy tales are made of that crazy stuff
It's a bluff, they say. A complete bluff.
You don't miss the lovers, but the love
And you wonder how love works
That, my friend, is the question.
A very excellent question at that.
ReplyDeleteIt's a great question - I think that, when we allow it to, it works marvelously :)
ReplyDelete'you don't miss the lovers , but the love's that's an answer there
ReplyDeleteIt's a question before one falls in love. It becomes a bigger question once in love. :P
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