The thinker thinks,
And the lover loves
He reads and reads all day.
She holds his hand and guides his way
He struggles with doubts
She shows him the loving routes
He contemplates the meaning of things
Her voice stills his thoughts, as it beautifully sings
He thinks life a puzzle to be solved
She shows him that around love it has always revolved
He tries to find purpose in mendacity
She comforts him with a compassionate voracity
He now knows that he may know less
She tells him not to worry and help her zip her dress
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 2:56 PM UTC
The thinker thinks,
And the lover loves
He reads and reads all day.
She holds his hand and guides his way
He struggles with doubts
She shows him the loving routes
He contemplates the meaning of things
Her voice stills his thoughts, as it beautifully sings
He thinks life a puzzle to be solved
She shows him that around love it has always revolved
He tries to find purpose in mendacity
She comforts him with a compassionate voracity
He now knows that he may know less
She tells him not to worry and help her zip her dress
To my dear lover, thank you for always stilling my over-thinking mind. If love exists, and kindness too - I think I may have just found it in you
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