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Against All Definitions of Love, I Stand
Love Is Not Crafted from Rigid Constraint
Against all definitions of love I stand,
For they are mere molds, confining, and bland.
Against ancient commandments and hallowed decree,
Against scriptures and dogmas, I yearn to break free.
For love is not crafted from rigid constraint,
But from trials and errors, the brushstrokes of fate.
The sea is not made from a single command,
But by winds and by vessels that traverse its expanse.
And only a warrior can speak of the strife,
The tumult and turmoil that cuts like a knife.
I live out my love, yet if questions arise,
I choose to stay silent, my heart as my guide.
Beyond the horizon where dreams intertwine,
My love for you grows like a passionate vine.
Its tendrils reach out to the depths of your soul,
Embracing your essence, making us whole.
For love is not bound by the chains of the past,
But flourishes wildly, unshackled and vast.
The sea is not tamed by a whisper or roar,
But by currents and tides…
