Love is a labyrinth, aimed to shoot confusion,
Upon my clear sky, my empty free mind.
It sends clouds that hover over my sphere,
And watches me lose balance from its peripheral.
There is no designated alley through love,
Nor is there a bicycle to increase one's velocity
Through love then pain, the aftermath or the first cycle.
Being lost is the process and the conclusion.
Yes, there is happiness behind it's thick fog,
Teasing everyone jovially, "Try and catch me"
It says but no catching net is provided,
No easy chase is awaiting our innocent souls.
Love speaks through our actions but not at us,
As we wonder at our doings and question them.
The only answer is the finale where love
Gives you a break or teases you once again.
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I like the metaphor you used of the bicycle to increase the velocity through the winding path of love, hoping that our soul may find its true partner with haste. creative and interesting, best wishes to you.
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