Falling in love
bequeaths the life
a flow of seeming
flawlessness that is
a fallacy in essence.
Yet fall in love
and seek not meaning
in it at all and move
from the lows of reality
to the peaks of fantasy.
And when in love
let go the lid of reality
that limit love.
When in love, let the
genie of fantasy out.
Flower in love
fall in love to be beyond
the fickleness
that life is fecklessly
loaded with.
Ride the crest of
the tide of love
and crash into the
sands of reality,
and repeat it eternally.
When in love, be in love
devoid of denials
to rise relentlessly from
the lows of biting reality.
Fall in love, and flow in life.
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