That love exists without the need of men
Is deftly said but difficult to prove,
Yet close your eyes and open them again
Are things the same or did the world just move?
The world revolves around a falling star
And that star falls through holes in outer space
In search of all the places where you are
And where all lovers long for your embrace.
And your embrace is like a blazing light
That shines outwards and in at the same time
And causes dark to be the whitest white
And merely mortal men to be sublime.
It matters not exactly how we fall
Since love, not death, will finally conquer all.
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