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  • You gave me days of sunshine
    You gave me nights of cheer
    You made my life an enchanted dream
    'Til somebody else came near
    Somebody else came near you
    I felt the winter's chill
    And now I sit and wonder night and day
    Why I love you still?

    - Cole Porter

    What is this thing called love?
    Is it being haunted or hounded
    by memories or early dreams?
    Is it selfless and courageous
    with no need of reciprocity?
    Does it flow more in one
    direction, while the other
    holds back in wait, surrounded
    by relics, perhaps chained
    by a deceptive cadence?

    (i never really appreciated how sweet you were to me)
    (i should have walked away the moment we met)
    (i cherish you/you repulse me)
    (it’s hard/easy to forget you)

    How does one break through
    their limits to love or be loved?
    How often has a song
    (when the heart is in tumble mode)
    been a salve, an articulate
    and timeless reminder that
    the logics of love are
    a chaotic melody from which
    many of us were born,
    or inspired to live again,
    a reason to wake up
    where we find ourselves wondering,

    once again,

    what is this thing….?
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