134. Love, The Unwritten Play

This charade;
     Oh, it’s all here in this little game.
Love is my play
     And all of my life is the stage.
I wander from here to there,
     Forgetting where I’ve been
     And looking only to tomorrow.
Life was straight; life was still too short.......
So end Act IV, Scene II, and open with Scene III,
For now as this scene ends,
     I look only to the next.
Oh, love is the unwritten play,
     And story after story ends,
For not until the heartbeat stops
     Will the curtain fall
     And the actors bow to the tears in their eyes...