To the Hard-to-Love and the Love-Lost
In the name of love I speak. It tastes like songs of sorrow on my lips. You sing of bitterness, the genesis of everything sweet. It becomes a chorus to the world, a rhythm on everybody’s hips. This is a script I have read too many times. I give myself to ruins again and again. This thing that has no life still takes the breath out of me. It is vanity to water flowers when the garden is a desert. If the input equals the output, how rich can this make a peasant? What is true love when the truth has lost its essence? They did not lose love. They only lost the effort. To be found, first you need to be lost. Wear a skin that understands love’s skeleton. Every sign is a message. Every message is a sign. This is the healing that refines time. To whom it may concern, like water, see your reflection in the one you choose before you confine. In the name of love, I speak to her who’s difficult to love and him who finds love difficult…
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