Dance of life

Sometimes we agree

Sometimes we agree to disagree

Sometimes we talk

Sometimes we listen

Sometimes we just talk not to listen

And that’s when the problems arise

If we just could listen to our silence

What our heartbeats talk when we don’t talk

I have a passport to your heart and direct entry

But I do not have a manual to read your thoughts

If it would have been that simple to read your mind

But why dare where gods fear to tread

I am not sure if love is blind

But for one who loves it behooves to be

Blind, deaf and dumb and let it be

So my love, here is to all the freedom

For what you want to do, what you want to be

As long as my silence is not misconstrued

And I can be me

Alas, the dance of life

What a delicate balance it can be