Strangely shaped, round with corners
Sometimes I feel that love's a thing
A mystery with no clues for solving
Because the answer's in the questioning.
A solid cloud of upward rain
Sometimes I feel that love's a game
A shadow with no birthing form
A well known face without a name.
An echo with no voice that spoke
Sometimes I feel that love's a vice
A strength that makes us weaker still
A gamble played 'gainst loaded dice.
A valley with no mountain peaks
Sometimes I feel it's love I seek
Ironic, whole yet incomplete
You spend a day to pass a week.
Sometimes I feel that love's a ghost
A parasite that kills the host.
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