I wonder why it happens so
You are never in the know
The mind breaks all barriers
Chasing wishes like harriers
I’m truly happy with no one about
That I’m sure without a doubt
But then why do I keep
Remembering her before I sleep
I’m not the inquisitive type
Listening to gossip and tripe
Instead of raising my brow
I seek stories of her on the go
If I don’t have expectations
I will have no dejections
Yet with a sigh and moan
Look at her photo in the phone
It’s a constant thought
Love it is surely not
I wonder why it happens so
You are never in the know
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