And loneliness is the cry
Of your soul into the vast
Wilderness
That is human life
And love is the improbable
Impossible
Imperfect reply.
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Falling in love reminds us
Of what it is like to be young again
Hopeful, unshackled, invulnerable
Desperately, beautifully,
Myopic.
Love, then, is growing up.
When passion and desire
And the light in your eyes
Have long since burnt away
As we emerge from our bunkers
Surveying our burnt out remains
And the answer remains:
Yes
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