Its about time I started writing more, while I was tempted to pen in a few of my favorite recipes instead the chance to punt at love and it nuances is more interesting.
So I wrote a poem instead:
I come with questions , but all questions need not be answered,
I come again with them, unanswered they remain cancered,
Malignant as they are, some still remain despite your carefully thought answers,
Only your love,your memoriy is the cure, and in that I believe,
No questions remain, no answers sought after for a mile,
Just be the reason for my smile