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" And I am still exploring, The darkest corners of her soul, Of what lay beneath those eyes, And I am still exploring, The mysticism she practices with her smile, Her incandescent calligraphic elegance, Her magnetism has pulled me in her labyrinthine life, I still walk those virgin forest she drew for me, Where the words that kissed her lips, Still echoes like an infectious melody, Oh her beauty and my youth, Had led me into believing that life would go on forever, Oh to love her is like a journey, A journey of a million miles… "
― , Narcissistic Romanticism
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" And all the falling stars that I saw as a child, I found them at her feet, And my joy to watch her dance, Over them in her Carmel. She is the romance of a winter love story, The picture of a million memories, The blood of God flows through her heart, The space in between her arms, Is the doorway to heaven, The light for my mornings comes from her smile, Oh to love her is like a journey, A journey of a million miles… "
― , Narcissistic Romanticism
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" There is no hurry in heaven, No time runs up there, Even the Gods have a disease, Boredom they say. Live, please don’t leave, No river of wine flows up there, No water too pure to cure your sins, No land too holy to die for, Live, don’t leave… "
― , Narcissistic Romanticism