To love, there must be a reason
that may or may not be rational
but that indeed explains why that person
deserves the strong affection.
There must be something different,
brilliant, special, authentic, that goes
beyond physical, external appearances,
that makes that feeling as essential
as we make it.
And as I analyze the why of you and me;
I must say I find it surprising to know that all
the reasons I thought I had to love you:
make no sense at all.
I mean, love is not a place of common sense,
really is not. But if I can't clearly and coherently
explain that feeling, then how can I call it Love?
See, lust is a tricky feeling that lies underneath
connections of appearances, and that fine line
between two bodies that attract each other, can
indeed be confused as love.
So, if that was the case -my case-
could it be possible to ever suffer for lust?
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