INTRICATE

Loves bows to the Woman,

While disdaining the Man.

Like a pendulum that moves,

Between the realms of the real and imaginary.

Like a beast devouring life

Only to see the dread on one's face.

Love takes Pleasure,

On seeing the deaths of Hearts.

Love is like the Dao;

Simple yet intricate,

Real yet Fake.

My Friends, that is why I say:

"LOVE IS ABSOLUTELY FAKE"

The dead should be respected,

So respect my dead heart devoid of any love.

Today,

Under the Influence of a broken heart

I write about the intricacies of fake love.

Tomorrow,

Under the Influence of a love-stricken heart

I will write about the beautiful complexities

OF LOVE.

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