You taught me to accept that one can never know everything because
if we had the answer to everything
and a written explanation for every star in the sky
and why flowers bloom and die repeatedly within every season.
Then life would be no fun and the excitement of the unknown would only be a concept.
I quite like it that I can look into your eyes and can’t pinpoint the feeling in my heart, yet I know it’s called love.
As if it flutters at the mystery that lies behind it.
Mar 8, 2021
Mar 8, 2021 at 12:10 PM UTC
You taught me to accept that one can never know everything because
if we had the answer to everything
and a written explanation for every star in the sky
and why flowers bloom and die repeatedly within every season.
Then life would be no fun and the excitement of the unknown would only be a concept.
I quite like it that I can look into your eyes and can’t pinpoint the feeling in my heart, yet I know it’s called love.
As if it flutters at the mystery that lies behind it.
A love that comes alive every spring.
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