....Ask the heavens above
Why this thing...called love...
Must arrive in the dead of night
.....Concealed from view
As if designed to....
That eluding of nature's line of sight
Why must such a delightful space
......Be that frightful place
Where we all...have dwelt....a spell
....Hearing passion's voice
Life gives one no choice.....
It's either heaven or literally it's hell
Wide awake though asleep
......It's prone often to creep
Out of the blue....suddenly...all over you
....That ill-defined
Blindsided sign....
Frantically...you're holding...onto
...So....ask the heavens above
Why this thing....called love...
Must arrive in the dead of night
...Concealed from view
As if.....designed to.......
That eluding of nature's line of sight
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