Love gives no instructions,
Some of it is a dry desert,
Some of it is a spell cast long ago,
Some of it is a unstoppable fire.
With no instruction, no book will be given to a wedding ring, for only a heart knows that yesterdays smile was an experience.
Six weeks I have been broke, finding no peace when days are long, six weeks my heart plays tricks of in and out.
The trick of painting an illusion in the mind of a hungry soul, drowning in the picture I have painted.
02/06/2019 T.B. Stevens ©
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 
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