Saturday, May 23, 2015

How?

How could I not love you?
When you where a rhyme,
And I am a poet.

How could I not love you?
When you where a song,
And I am a lyricsist.

How could I not love you?
When you where an unspoken,
And I a writer.

How could I not love you?
I am a poet,
And you my love,
Are a living, breathing metaphor,
A paradox inside a box,
How could I not love you?

How could you not love me?
When I was a mystery,
And you a solver.

Hoe could you not love me?
When I am a puzzle,
And you love a challenge.

How could we not love the other?
When it was not even a bother,
To find love in a hopeless moment,
We are to be loved when we ourself can't,
So we lend out of love...

How could we not?
How were we ever able not to?
When we were to be found,
By an beworded bound.

If you don't, then how? how?





















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