The world is built so stupidly.

There are so many things

Misunderstood

We call them love or honour or lust

Abstract nouns

That have no meaning

In themselves

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Love is just the absence of indifference

And it seems invisible except

In rain, or under moonlight

Or amid the swirl of dancers

It seems to be just a reflection

Of the beauty we see there

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It is mystery, I think

That makes it so attractive

The second we understand

It loses its shimmer

And is merely friendship

And lust become one

All romance lost in an anticlimax

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Maybe I'm a cynic

I should say True love

And Soul's friend

Or repeat insipid verses

Whose meaning is lost

By fools and ignorance

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No, that is not what I mean

I am not so changed

Perhaps Jezebel rears her head today

And all I remember that I thought

Before

Is love cannot be analysed

At all