She Loves Me, She Loves Me Not
If love content abides
In myriad hearts and different worlds
Then, I inquire to "understanding", why?
It is stranded in hole of other universe
Beneath changing reason's cloudy skies
Where night and day tears run the rivers course
Neither you or I do choose with whom, or plane we fall upon
When moonstruck by its kinetic force
And there we live betwixt dimensions joy and pain
Within love's bubbling stream, ever contemplating the birthing of its source
Surrounded by an empty meadow
...She loves me, she loves me not
And so I shall consider
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