MouD

"Love love"
love note By: MouD

By making-love
we are born, we express love

With a heart thirsty for love
we subsist, among the strivers of love.

For love
we love, And To love we love!


For the goal of love
We play, in the game of love

In a world its not an option not to love
we are slaves, enslaved by love


To fall in love.
We pursue it until the end.
But only the lucky ones catch it before its too late, And its never too late.


But though while being in love
we hate, In the medium of love.

Astrid

this is amazing! The last line has me in quite a stupor. We hate, in the medium of love? I'm intrigued with that line, but I can't work it out. I'm wondering, how do I do that? it's lingering in my brain but it refuses to formulate through my mouth. (or, fingers, since I'm typing)