the secret behind my almanac of voyage

It’s always been a maze, this worldwide craze, an often spoken phrase, yet to some it’s a teenager’s phase;

 the heart’s fast pace,

- The look on Romeo’s face when he offers flowers in a vase to present his case.

The candle dinner’s blaze; a smitten man’s daze, a lady’s ultimate chase…

Other times it’s the fisherman’s bait, the struck girl’s hair plait…

The barely empty dinner plate, an impressed mate, a plan for the next date, and assumed credit to fate..

For belle, it was this year’s New Year’s gift, the perfect drift, a simple phone call’s lift, her heart’s pace swift, the great bliss, her first kiss, a yearning soul’s miss, then the unexpected diss.

A million words to define, not a single one to match its complexity or superiority, perhaps we should speak of its simplicity, innocence and humility; life in totality….

Or maybe “mystery” is good enough.

 *the secret behind my aLmanac Of VoyagE*