Love cannot exist in the past alone.
There's eternal love, or no love at all.
But, once you know your love is great,
It cannot help but go small.
Understanding is to err.
To be certain is to lie.
If you know what beauty is,
Then it's something you can't define.
I'm not as tall as people see me.
My height goes as far as I can see.
I was born a sophist
And love is a finite taste of infinity.
Understanding is to err.
To be certain is to lie.
If you know what beauty is,
Then it's something you can't define.
Don't you know that reality
Was betrayed by your mind?
In terrestrial swamps,
The crystal waters of infinity you won't find.
The tulip's morning dew,
Once it falls to the ground
And is, therefore, found,
Becomes dirt - except for a few.
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