I think love's grand design is to weave a tangled
web of dreams; round and round the train goes
for I love you and you love her and she loves
someone else and it doesn't ends until it
reaches a punctuation of two perfect halves
that have found each other so that the universe
breathes a sigh of relief and then somewhere else the
chain continues with the millions that seek
and dream alone in the night wondering
if their soul mate dreams under the gaze
of the very same constellation that sprinkle
across the sky or if what separates them is
not a matter of space but of time.
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