When love would strike, what path would it to come?
How soul would choose to meet another soul?
How would we know what would we become,
When start existing as a merged whole?
Forgetting pride, demands and egoism,
We tiredlessly search for common grounds.
When choice is right, each day is full of bliss,
And future opens as sunrise without bounds.
When love does strike, it comes in strangest ways,
Takes strangest forms and chooses strangest hours;
It waits too long, with various delays,
But when it comes, it$\mbox{'}$s fully, truly ours.
Although such love may seem a tale from books,
It does exist, denying views and looks.
10.05.2016
When love would strike
© Copyright: Валерия Ливина, 2016
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