In search for love, we spend those many years
In doubts and hopes, uncertain all the way:
If love exists, then how it appears,
And if it doesn't, why live another day?
Then after many bitter disappointments,
It does arrive and maintains its sway;
When separated, time is stopped by longing,
And when together, time just melts away.
Then years start to vanish ever faster,
And leave so ever shorter time for us;
Not having centuries for love is a disaster,
While learning slow, we expire fast...
When one finds love, remaining time is short;
For every day, be grateful to your lord.
06.12.2016
In search for love, we spend those many years
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