The rules are still the same. I always burry my head in shame. To see or sense a presence of her. My mind turns into a magnificent blur. I close my eyes for a while. Darkness fades her smile. I still long as before. I’m still full of want. Make love on the floor. A lifelong haunt. Oh I wish for the long lost bliss. The forgetfulness of anatomy. Unknowing of what I miss. Only a self-conscious murmured apology. Eyelids shut with paste. Her lips close enough to taste. Knowing the things that always go wrong. And still trying to press further on. Just like a bird will never cease its song. A broken heart will someday surely be gone. How is it that I always follow the same phase? I tread deeper into the endless maze. Stuck again in this mindless craze. Completely enchanted by a female face. I do not understand the rules of love. But still I want it, and all of the above. A set of laws that attracts to follow. It doesn’t include a lost soul in sorrow. Eyes open, hopeful that her presence might still spark. But the room just as the world had already gone dark.