Love is emptiness without the
thought of nothing.
Love is the universe without me.
Love is modern energy without
romantic or postmodern fantasy.
Love is unreal and free,
extemporaneous and incorporated.
Prophecies go unwritten. The sea no
longer sounds.
New theories are the same as old
beliefs. But love is never-ending.
Consider this. The only fact is
being. Death is just a thought.
I am what I am. And I am what I'm
not.
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