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Love is a dark stranger touching you at night,
caressing your soul.
Love is feeding you like a mountain stream, lifting you like a kite whose string is cut and flies into the sky.
Love is an osmosis of emotions squeezing through tiny capillaries.
Love is something of a burden encroaching on your statistics.
Love is calculating your outcomes, playing with probability.
Loves is an incalculable equation never arriving at a direct answer.
Love keeps asking questions like an interogative force yanking at the cuffs of authority.
Love is a rule of thumb always wrapped around somebodies little finger.
Love is the curiosity of a fish swimming into a whales blow hole.
Love is a race car careening down the race track at 300 miles per hour.
Love is hoisted between a lamp post and a telephone pole and like a flag it flaps in the wind.
Love is not a harness to hoist the weight of your sorrow or burden your lovers dreams.
Love is to embellish their spirit, to let it ride free and sail into emptiness .
For in emptiness resides the seed for everything.