speak not to me of love conceived in a single glance
for such a tale is woven of idle breath and foolish fantasy
to swear devotion upon the fleeting meeting of two pairs of eyes is but a hollow boast
born not of the heart but of impatience and desire
what depth may dwell in so shallow a moment?
what truth may root itself in so barren a soil?
no, this so-called love
proclaimed at first sight
is but a gaudy illusion
a trick of longing minds that mistake wonder for devotion and hunger for fate.
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 8:32 PM UTC
speak not to me of love conceived in a single glance
for such a tale is woven of idle breath and foolish fantasy
to swear devotion upon the fleeting meeting of two pairs of eyes is but a hollow boast
born not of the heart but of impatience and desire
what depth may dwell in so shallow a moment?
what truth may root itself in so barren a soil?
no, this so-called love
proclaimed at first sight
is but a gaudy illusion
a trick of longing minds that mistake wonder for devotion and hunger for fate.
**** romeo and juliet
