Everything is meaningless
without loving and being loved,
After all, we are mere fishes
lost in the sea’s vast expanses,
We are scared of getting lost
in the looming prospects of freedom
swarming its massive gloomy depths,
So we’re running around
to be gaffed by the spear of love;
to be netted in love.
Aha, the sweet anarchy of love!
Love fragile like porcelain,
but still a beacon of hope,
a lighthouse on a rocky, stormy shore,
Spreading its guiding light among choppy waters,
Fighting the muscles and tissues of darkness.
Love with its ephemeral intensity
sizzles across the folds of eternal apathy,
It shimmers like a lighted powdery
splash of disarming mystery,--
a sparkling kiss of life
on the embracing gentleness of death.
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