Love
What an enigma you are;
A circulating puzzle in my thoughts;
A voice inside my head,
Playfully screaming to remind me
That I’ll never get the answer
Right.
I quantify and rationalize you,
From here to the burning oceans
Of the sun,
Yet you remain the smoke
My fingers grasp at in vain...
An ever-elusive source of despair.
Perhaps I’ll figure you out,
Someday…
Maybe bring your mysteries
Under a floodlight of elucidation
And dial down the invisible voice
From gale roar to gentle friend.
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