Untitled (A Throwback Thursday Poetry)

Learn the rhymes of my heart,
the measure to which no breadth or height compares,
words which speak nonsense.

Do not analyze,
do not try to comprehend —
love is not math: definite, precise.

Dream, instead;
float away in the raging madness,
a river who knows nothing but passion.

Be naked from reason
encapsulated in nothing but your senses;
unrated love, pure at earth’s birth.

Allow me to be free,
love unjudged, in shades of gray;
existence in itself — pure insanity.


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