An endeavor at love for chance
is to emulate its border.
a copy is not the etheral even at a glance
much less the essence conquered.
Thee may be at dissention
but love comes not at thine own will
for that is small consolation
and thus a hard fall.
No, love comes by its will
and bend not to thine own rules.
with love you do not have your fill
and if you do then thou are fools..
For how can one be filled to the brime
of something that unlimited and everflowing?
dedicated to a friend of mine who i've tried to convince time and time again and ill repeat again: "live your life and dont waste it waiting for love. it will come when the time is right"
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