unexpected love is arriving
suddenly, quickly and it is
staying, or more quickly
is still diverging
we sometimes want
to stop it more often...
we are doing no movement.
we are breathing a sigh of relief
that it is already an end.
true love is most often
silent giving up its seat
to conversations of the heart.
declarations and promises
are circles on water
with finger written on sand
words of love
the wind will blow it, together love is it
with precarious feeling. whispers of lovers
will go separate ways, all over angles,
and it will fly away with window
true love, doesn't need the noise
of the noise, and the advertisement,
it is in us from the beginning,
and it stays forever.
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