Well, how often have you materialized your desires
Or shed off your disdains to move on?
Slowly drifting from one lover to the next
Or despising the metamorphosis of your love interests?
How often have you wished someone to love you terribly
The way you see the beautifics in your self,
Passion-obsessions finding their source
In the roots of losing everything eventually as fact?
Have you ever found yourself saddened in love
Or satisfied with gratitude of however it exists and comes?
How well can you let go of everything gone
Piercing its realities into your subconscious?
Would you mind putting a stop to lethal wantings
Stop calling anything love?
Then what else is love if it isn't
Anything you have so far seen and loved? - Or unloved?
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