in the present
chaos
(which is not really
equated with
ugliness) , in this
wanton disorder, which
if taken,
from afar, is itself
art, mind you,
if you keep a safer
distance
you could have seen
how beautiful this chaos
is, that when you close
your eyes
a castlewith all
its magnificent gardens
shall spontaneously
appear
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that when you close your eyes a castle with with all its magnificent gardens shall spontaneously appear.......here is the essence of the poem on love so beautifully penned. A brilliant work. Thanks.