Love & Time #9974268

Certain things could only be imaginedbeneath the tree, like love and timely symphony, here is my escape, this welcome canopy, where secrets touch the heart of me. Standing, alone in silent harmony, is the seed of sacred decency, Do I deject this harmless progeny when waking to this intricacy? Great love, my life in vain which time knows nothing of, or knowing, does nothing for, my life, great love without an after or before. And roses, fields and fields of synesthetic pleasure, smelling only loses the sense of measure, for you must touch where eyes have previously seen, and taste what time had previously been. To age, that great and much admired flight of pain, if only I had known that loving you and standing in the rain was detrimental to my mental health again, absurd to think I think myself insane. Hypotheses are snowflakes and, desublimed, they can melt the essence, the soul, of man, Love is white-hot and hatred ice-cold, but neitherwill hearts for long hold. Thus, the action which, fast paced and ruled by chance, will disassign love's parlance, and hate, let hell freeze over twice for those who leave the path of nice.