The joke called Love

I am here to tell you we can never meet again
Simple really, isn’t it, a word or two and then
A lifetime of not knowing where or how or why or when
You think of me, or speak of me, or wonder what befell
The someone you once loved so long ago, so well

Never wonder what I’ll feel as living shuffles by
You don’t have to ask me, and I need not reply
Every moment of my life, from now until I die
I will think or dream of you, and fail to understand
How a perfect love can be confounded out of hand

Nothing can be altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of heart, no anyplace to hide
You are all I’ll ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest thoughts, I wished I never learned
What is to be in love, and have that loved returned

Is it written in the stars?
Are we paying for some crime?
Is that all that we are good for?
Just a stretch of mortal time
Is this God’s experiment in which we have no say?
In which we’re given Paradise, but only for a day

– Elton John & LeAnn Rimes, Written In The Stars

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