Saw you on the news...
Walking in your sneakers cool,
White trousers played the blues,
Pain in the neck gone loose

Players will be players.
Lovers will be lovers.
And friends will be friends.
No need to make amends
No rain, no laughter

Coherence at its best,

Let the dough of roses do the rest

In the perfect Matrix of the Universe,
Each one of us has their match,
Still, there’s a catch...

You must first be what you desire to attract.
And consistently never doubt!
Words uttered out

Bullshit!
That’s romance, it’s not Life ...

Maybe