Sometimes I get it all wrong, we all do.
Yes it is for us, But not for us to understand, love is inexplicable.
Many stories were told, Themistocles saving the day,
True Love's kiss breaking the evil curse,
Each tale so different, manifold.
After paying so much attention, from the world's
darkest and deepest archives
mine is still different, too new to be related.
Many times I think of calling you Mona Lisa,
But the words don't come out, you're you,
and I am no da Vinci.
You love in your own way, that's the only
way built for me, an irresistible journey.
You made our story so different, you made it ours.
Nobody feels how you feel, nobody can tell what you see,
nobody does for me either. It's only us.
So I write to let them know,
It's our story.
©t.c.magaya
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