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A fickle yet adored fantasy universally proclaimed lovingly by the same name stands with much difference for each for each has a unique lover whose uniqueness cannot be challenged nor compared nor estimated Though are we always to meet our fantasied beloved? At the right moment? Ideally? Love is strange an entity yearned for for ages yet terrifying to own when the time for it comes for we are afraid of our beloved in our fantasies to be marred by the realism we allow ourselves to indulge Picking petals from a flower ‘To love?’ ‘To not love?’ Promises nothing short of eternity of torment So drop that flower And take a deep breath Look to the offerer of love in the eyes And say ‘I do,’ Hope that they will love you like no one has ever done so
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Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
Love at its Most Unexpected
A fickle yet adored fantasy universally proclaimed lovingly by the same name stands with much difference for each for each has a unique lover whose uniqueness cannot be challenged nor compared nor estimated Though are we always to meet our fantasied beloved? At the right moment? Ideally? Love is strange an entity yearned for for ages yet terrifying to own when the time for it comes for we are afraid of our beloved in our fantasies to be marred by the realism we allow ourselves to indulge Picking petals from a flower ‘To love?’ ‘To not love?’ Promises nothing short of eternity of torment So drop that flower And take a deep breath Look to the offerer of love in the eyes And say ‘I do,’ Hope that they will love you like no one has ever done so
onyxmuse
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Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 9:59 PM UTC
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