"Science of love"
In a broader way
Everything becomes a field
As experience says.
With a close look
I can see defects
And what was strange
To illusion. I am afraid
To have more heart
Than a million certainties
In my head.
To me what does it lack?
Another microscope
For this obvious,
For what? Why
Do my eyes shine
When my mind flies
Looking for aesthetic skies?
Everything becomes a field
As experience says.
With a close look
I can see defects
And what was strange
To illusion. I am afraid
To have more heart
Than a million certainties
In my head.
To me what does it lack?
Another microscope
For this obvious,
For what? Why
Do my eyes shine
When my mind flies
Looking for aesthetic skies?
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