This absolute love,
That never existed,
But you fell in love,
Believing
This absolute love
Enslaving your mind,
Enchaining your heart,
Is nothing,
But imaginary comfort
To your lonely being.
This absolute love,
Penetrating your world
Is nothing,
But a coping thought
Of your daily soul beat
In a solitary life
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