Love is a paradox

Love is a paradox

when ones feelings

are not of your own

but a fabrication

of society

this reality

is a manifestation of being

a recreation of essence

a parting of the way

the substance of which

echoes through

beyond all borders

the paths which we follow

to find true love

I welcome the rain

I welcome the rain

for when it arrives 

life is renewed

as if on a spring morning

one chooses life

the crescent moon

adorning the skyline

sometimes our feelings

turn into doubts 

but they are just fleeting

 

through mirrors 

the reflections of the dawn 

waiting for the sunlight