love did no more begin than love will end:
where nothing is to breathe to stroll to swim
love is the air the ocean and the land
(do lovers suffer?all divinities
proudly descending put on deathful flesh:
are lovers glad?only their smallest joy's
a universe emerging from a wish)
love is the voice under all silences,
the hope which has no opposite in fear;
the strength so strong mere force is feebleness:
the truth more first than sun more last than star
— do lovers love?why then to heaven with hell.
Whatever sages say and fools,all's well
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So I haven't been nearly as consistent with this as I'd originally hoped. I may revise it a bit & combine it with a few other blog ideas I've had. We shall see.
