Song 91 – Simple

Love is simple.
You meet one; man or woman,
do some talking
on where you love coffee
and ride on a bike or
walk on the alley.
 
Wherever that goes;
the only thing that matters
is that you can’t love;
but love happens
and wind blows to no command
but to nature. So no pretence.
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