By B.K. |
Date: 2014 Apr 01
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This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four." - Pudd'nhead Wilson's Calendar|
Love is like a fever which
comes and goes quite independently of the will.
It is chiefly in this that
mannered love differs from passionate love.
The charms of your beloved
are not a matter of self-congratulation,
except as a stroke of luck.
Finally, there are no age limits for love.
She's mad but she's magic
There is no lie in her fire.
If someone burns you soul with purpose and desire,
it's your duty to be reduced to ashes by it.
Any other form of existence
will be yet another dull book in the library of life.
You must have chaos within you
to give birth
To a dancing star
April 1, 2014 (bk)