Our love is a function of our intellect.
The gray chapel in which it resides is
a dark and lonely place with only two
windows to the world. As it travels
peering into other windows, searching
for a matching gleam that can remove
the loneliness of its dark home. With
patience & chance the matching gleam
can be seen setting alight the beating
engine, running it into the red, hoping
it can slow down and enjoy the view
inside another's home.
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