The how the when and the why

We started out, as lovers do,
Unheeding as the world slipped by
Of how, or when, or even why
We fell in love,
And nothing mattered then but me and you.

And then one day, as if on cue,
The music stopped, I can't say why,
And there we were then, you and I,
Two lovers out of love,
But were we sad or glad the dance was through?

I think of us now, now and then,
Not of the how, or why, but just the when,
With some remorse but no regret,
And I hope I never will forget,
Even should I let love come my way again.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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March 22, 2025 at 1:42 PM
A very common love story, where the music stops... Like Tina Turner said what is love but a second hand emotion...
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March 23, 2025 at 10:30 AM
Thanks, S O. I believe she also asked "What's love got to do with it?"
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