Talking about L.O.V.E
Love is peculiar I guess
It tugs at you, pulling you in a different direction.
Reopening a social lasceration with each cutting move
Alluring you to the most obscure of things and people.
There is a fine science behind karma and chemistry instantly,
faster than a bolt of lightning strikes the midnight sky,
there is an electricity that is hard to deny, you can feel it
It's beautiful and at the same time sorrowful.
"One feels that one is loved. Feeling is impressed on everything and traverse space. A letter is a spiritual thing; it is a faithful echo of the speaking voice; so much so that finer souls esteem it among the richest treasures of love."
-----Pere Goriot, Balzac
It tugs at you, pulling you in a different direction.
Reopening a social lasceration with each cutting move
Alluring you to the most obscure of things and people.
There is a fine science behind karma and chemistry instantly,
faster than a bolt of lightning strikes the midnight sky,
there is an electricity that is hard to deny, you can feel it
It's beautiful and at the same time sorrowful.
"One feels that one is loved. Feeling is impressed on everything and traverse space. A letter is a spiritual thing; it is a faithful echo of the speaking voice; so much so that finer souls esteem it among the richest treasures of love."
-----Pere Goriot, Balzac
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