What is it about love that makes us fill the pages of our diaries, gab for hours with our girlfriends, and lose the ability to concentrate on just about anything? This little poem (in form of a triolet) describes a woman consumed by love, writing each day, inspired by her beloved.

She chronicles love in a thousand ways 
until she’s weary, and tired, and spent;
Her determination fixed like a lover’s gaze,
She chronicles love in a thousand ways.
As thoughts of him decorate her days,
The clatter of the world slowly becomes silent;
She chronicles love in a thousand ways 
until she’s weary, and tired, and spent.

Is there anyone in your life that makes you lose time, that makes the world disappear? ;-)

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