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May I confide in you, rest
my heart on your shoulders
and confess my heaven and hell?
I am both, as sweet as honey
and as deadly as poison, I am
graceful and indecent. Though I know who I am I often lose
myself; this time I've found
myself captivated behind blue eyes. Overwhelming beautiful,
dawn always is passionately
wild. But the sun eventually has to set, shielding what
follows, leaving one deserted,
alienating the other; division. I must unwillfully admit I am
afraid. So beautifully profound
is a love that grows innocently, alive through all boundaries of
space-time. Such love is sensitive,
spirited, dynamic. But understand in reason you'll find fear, and in
madness is the essence of the chaos
of love. In madness we are free to love, to be human and true. Words
are unnecessary when eyes are open
genuinely accepting what is to come, or not to come. Love is such a
stunning word, impregnating the
hole we all feel within; But love is just a noun until there is no
self or definition, no restraint
or conditions, no void to fill or wound to heal. My love cannot be
found in my language or my poetry.
It can only be found in my perfection and in my flaws,
in my petals and in my thorns;
It can only be found in my existence. Will your heart leap to learn
the scent of my inner perfume,
composing the poetry of oneness...
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