Love happens to the noble,
Immersed in an ecstatic feeling,
It’s a surrender of soul,
Beyond the realm of understanding.

Finding it going nowhere,
Yet holding on is bliss,
Flowing without a rudder,
Giving everything else a miss.

The heart alone knows,
Of the commitment divine,
Letting go where it goes,
Craving each moment in pain.

Regardless of differences,
Surrendering in complete purity,
Conjoined thoughts in focus,
A virtual state of sublimity.

Love is an impetuous spell,
A life of cosmic surreality,
Acceptance, might as well,
Dwelling in idyllic servility.

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