Neither reason nor rhyme, give season and time. May 1, 2017 by bpb in Poems and tagged aija I know what I feel. Part can be found And other explained, But all of it bound Make spokes without wheel. I know it is real. This trembling sound Of a heart pained, Yet always rewound Gives love such appeal. Share:EmailFacebookMoreTwitterPinterestLike this:Like Loading... Related