In quiet contemplation, musings flow like a stream,
Pondering Earth's shape, a sphere so serene.
Clothing's necessity, a riddle wrapped in skin,
Ants diminutive, a curious kin.
Why is blue not black? The question lingers, untold,
A tale of names, by whims of the beholder, bold.
A jest of fate, or a trick of the mind?
A narrative we follow, forever wound.
Faces fair, adorned with beauty's grace,
Petite in form, yet vast in embrace.
Their charm so potent, a siren's call,
A question whispers, why so small?
On this vast orb, a stage for life's play,
Seeking answers to questions castaway.
The trivial, the mundane, in my mind's embrace,
A quest for truth in a cosmic maze.
From chaos born, a single thread,
Woven through the fabric of my heart, it's said,
"How would 'you' cherish your lady fair?"
The answer emerged from the silent air.
As a smoker craves his cigarette's flame,
In every moment, without shame.
A love that endures the break of dawn,
Before the moon has bid adawn.
Through laughter's peals, and sorrow's plight,
She'd be my beacon, my guiding light.
In joy and pain, she'd never wane,
Her presence a soothing, timeless refrain.
Triumph and defeat, she'd be my cheer,
My companion, forever near.
From the warmth of sun to winter's bite,
Through the tempest, she'd be my delight.
Even in the most private of hours,
In the solace of quiet showers,
Her essence lingers, a haunting tune,
A melody played by love's loom.
The thought of her, a fiery brand,
Emblazoned upon my heart, so grand.
I am bound to this enchanting spell,
In this dance of love, she does dwell.
The siren's call, I dare not flee,
For she is more than a mere decree.
The woman of every mood, every phase,
The muse of my life, my heart's own maze.
My Addiction
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Poetic interpretation by Grey_Beyond...
Reimagined by Musa.l0_0l