Perplexing

This predictable feeling of old, 

The one of countless tales told, 

Has become an object of the norm, 

That word surrounded with storm, 

I had predicted to feel detached from me, 

But instead I’ve fully embraced the sea, 

The oldest feeling, one from above, 

The one expressed with one word: Love

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