Where is the logic of love in this world--
What universal reason?
It follows no rules that nature prescribes--
it blossoms forth in all seasons.

What is the object of love in our life--
To share a common dream?
A dream is but a thought, a wish,
but I don't know what it means.

What is the logic of life in our love--
To keep the feeling alive?
Does love equal life in our everyday living--
is it that for which we strive?

Then what is the purpose of sharing a dream--
of sharing our everyday wishes?
To try to exist in another one's eyes--
to try to climb out of our niches?

The answers elude me, excite me, perturb me--
and leave me a trifle uneasy.
For I've no one to share all the dreams I stopped having
since the day she decided to leave me.

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