The Art of Inflection
The moment for making love come true,
For the idea to breathe I must know what it is.
This thought being love, could you explain yourself to me?
Who what where how why do I care?
When the question is clear, and inching ever so near,
The teacher will appear.
Do you believe my answer is real?
Is your answer the art of inflection.
Yes.
For the idea to breathe, I must know what it is,
A spark, a whisper, my reason to insist.
This thought, being love, speaks softly to thee,
Could you explain yourself, building my story?
Who, what, where, how—why do I care?
When the question is near, the answer becomes clear,
The teacher appearing guiding through perplexion,
Unveiling truth in loves art of inflection.
Do you believe my answer is real?
Is it bound to the mind or the soul's appeal?
Yes, it is both—it's thinking thought’s inception,
A knowing arrow, is loving the spark in connection.
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