Midnight Thoughts at Ten-Thirty

I sometimes wonder about love.
In this time where my heart is
plated around my finger.
I think on time and place
chance and circumstance
and pause to reflect on fate.
But all existentialism and essences
and romanticism aside
all I know about love is her face.
That is all I will ever need to know.

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