your mind is the wind
your body is the earth
your heart is the river
your love will always
be sun, fire, volcanic
eruptions,
and so it will not be
defeated by grief
which is rain and
dew, and fog and
mist,
but love is not always
happiness
unless all these elements
mingle as one
in harmony.
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