Peculiar as Love

How odd, how strange…
This love has become.

Love’s sleek expression…
Love’s rash chance…
Love’s honesty…
Love…

The lesson learned before:
What is true is not fleeting.

How is it possible…
Winter is mildest in the summer.
Leaves never fall in the spring.
The sun is always lit in the night sky.

How odd,
How strange,
This love will remain…

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