Yet every time I have gone back to square one
on my knees
with it showing in my eyes
I have tasted its bliss
And yet, many times, I have thought what is there in love
So now I don't argue with myself
and let me be
just go back
get into it
deeper
more intense than ever
And yet, many times, I have thought what is there in love
this is so fascinating and I am sure
all said and done
what is there in life
than to live
than to live loved
than live to love
I have tried to evade the question
but...
Yet every time I have gone back to square one
on my knees
with it showing in my eyes
I have tasted its bliss
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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