Crusading in my Lalaland
silent love
Funny how it seems,
that love can make invisible streams.
It does not speak out loud,
it lives in a shroud.
It makes tiny appearances,
which we'll miss in an instant.
Pardon me with my oblivion.
Maybe i should try with greater zest,
but how with all its test?
Love, silent love
hiding in the cove.
Tempted i am each time,
to venture further in.
Maneuvering in darkness,
fervently searching.
Then came the day,
a tiny spark that lit the darkness
and showed me the way.
Love.
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