when love works in our hearts
we are bound
not with anxiety or envy or hatred
for love works spontaneously
and two hates become a chain of affection
when we go inside a cafe
we have coffee for each and a nice
conversation to share
everything, whatever which is rough
or creased
is smooth again
like ripples turning to silk
on the surface of a disturbed water
we are friends again
talking about how much we miss each other's
company
laughter reigns
joys turning like daisy chains around our hair.
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