IX. Love Smarts
Love is pain.
The pain of a broken heart. Hurts deeply. So deeply it seems, it eludes the mind. And so we struggle to find ways to cope. To mend a heart. A heart that once was whole. That now lay in pieces.
Salt itself has lost its taste! And life its flavor...
So the broken heart labors. Weeping. Shedding salty tears. Until every drop has been shed. Flowing out. Into rivers, sea, and sky. Until the hurt relents.
And the rain renews. Once again...
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Bitter were those days... Seasonless were those skies...
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Love is pain.
The pain of a broken heart. Hurts deeply. So deeply it seems, it eludes the mind. And so we struggle to find ways to cope. To mend a heart. A heart that once was whole. That now lay in pieces.
Salt itself has lost its taste! And life its flavor...
So the broken heart labors. Weeping. Shedding salty tears. Until every drop has been shed. Flowing out. Into rivers, sea, and sky. Until the hurt relents.
And the rain renews. Once again...
Bitter were those days... Seasonless were those skies...
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