It seems the ways of love
are amongst the most confusing,
multiple partnerships to find just one?
Almost implausible, impossible,
what can possibly be the point you ask?
Hearts will be torn apart either way,
minds shall fly with the wind,
how is this even worth the worry?
Splurges of sexuality,
is that just the kicker?
Oh, but no,
if only to truly know.
Wonderments of illusionary metaphors
may cloud the mind
trying to express the inexpressible.
A part of nature is love, you see,
it cannot be tolerated nor withheld.
Exotic as the Kapok tree it grows
toward the heavens, not quite knowing when to stop,
intertwining new organisms along the way.
Sometimes, weather strains growth
choking the once thriving life.
However for one reason or another,
the tree will always survive,
as a part of the ecosystem or a shriveled memory.
Love is just the same.
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