Strings of Love

Perhaps it is simply an illusion

A myth taken from the pages of time

To make us covet, to make us feel

Instill a sense of direction.

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When we are all just puppets,

Held by its strings on destiny

A nameless formless intoxication of the mind

Led by the skips and tugs of the heart.

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Yet when two destinies collide

Tales are written and celebrated

Inked by the pull and push of the forces

Whimsical and barely out of reach

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Connects us to people and memories

Unties the knots of emotions

Releases the pulse of your inertia

Rushes the blood to the core of your soul

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A kinetic energy that sparks between them

Beyond science and engineering

Lighted by the divine interstellar explosion

Otherwise simply referred to as love.



Simply love.

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