Where logic and expression reigns supreme
Neither me nor my thoughts dare walk
I tread into Plato's effervescent ideology
It is a grave mental disease, this love
And it rhymes not in the lights of reason
In the volumes of verses from poets
The only visible streak is of chaos
I woke up, half past that
Between love and the kindling of words
What better than to be disproportionate
To love more than anyone could you
As the gentle moon of realization dawns
Brings forth the dark spaces between stars
I find my self adrift on stormy seas of lone
Alone, but not in loneliness from your thoughts
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