Must we know what everything means?
The smell of a rose
The murmur of a stream?
Or the light of the stars
Or the hush of the night?
Must we try and explain the song that lingers?
Or the thrill that leaps to the tips of our fingers
When our hand is clasped in the hand of a friend?
Must we try and fathom the depths of love
Something so divine
So uncontrollable, so sublime?
Just a thought conveyed
Through a look
And not a word spared?
And life is changed from that hour to its end?
For me it’s enough to say
That something beautiful passed my way…
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