In love
Hearts merge
Souls soar
Minds lose themselves
Speech becomes longings
We cannot tell what love is
We feel it
The one who feels
Knows
The one who says he knows
Knows nothing of it
You cannot put
Form on a feeling to describe it
Love is like God
Formless
To feel, to be bound, to loose freedom
To be attracted, attached and become mindless.
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