It makes sense to me,
the way that I love you.
Like how salt and pepper go together
and how one and one makes two.

Like how flowers need sunshine.
Like how feet need two shoes.
Like a baby needs a mother.
and how a joint needs a screw.

Like how every piper must be paid,
and every artist pays their dues.
Like how every bird needs a song,
and how every juror must choose.

Like how morning must have night,
and every alarm should have a 'snooze'.
Like how hindsight is twenty twenty,
and how you don't value winning until you lose.

I am sorry if I'm vague,
I don't intend to confuse.
It just seems to make simple sense
the way that I love you.

~ Rachel G Ezell





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