The Eyes of Love do see,
but only drown in eternity,
the mind of love can not think,
for mazes it wanders infinitely,
the breathe of love is not there,
but caught, it is, in the air,
and the heart of love does not beat,
for it is skipped from rhythm's seat.

Do not believe the talk of love, but
only the dumb are the lucky ones.

I made myself sad,

~A~