I’m making circles I know.
I’m lost in your eyes, love.
But I’m enjoying the show.
Don’t tell me to go left, dear.
Because it feels like it’s right.
I think I should rest now.
But I want you in sight.
I don’t need a map, dear.
I know the way now.
To be in your heart, dear.
The question is how?
Photograph by Randy Faris
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