Sitting on a balcony, she wonders
She wonders where is this true love?
So many speak of, but few have the merit to speak about it?
Admiring that beautiful scenery of the back country
She ponders why is it so rare?
Where is it?
If we all seek it,
Why can't we all have it?
That passionate, endorphin filled love that rushes through our veins.
The one that awaits no sunrise,
Has no boundaries
The one that is madly reasonable
Or reasonably madly
True love, with passion
We all dream about it
But we can't always live it
I want spontaneous visits
Passionate kisses
True lovers,
They recognize each other's flawed essence
But they love them just as much as they love their virtues
I shall seek
Until I find
Or until it kills me.
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