It’s by design—my Love.

We live it scented, if dictates command it—else, we perish through mirrors; as one born to die, a product of calculations, as testified in our contours: that way of life, as hidden by no man, while words betray our silence; to know for penalties, this thing we can’t escape, a victim of passions; as crashed in cultures, this center of pleasures, while years become burdensome: our luster to fade; our wiles as revealed—where others risk it not!  It’s best to love early, while arts are rich, and the jade of life is wanting; else, to perish the nights, filtered through madness, a bit hostile and angry; as misunderstood, wanting love and flavors, a friend of no man; but let the soul rest, in gardens made plush, a child of admirations; while to float through havens, pulling at nature’s wrists, filled with an inner joy; become this vessel, pruning intelligence, a participant of growths; that mystic center, estranged from ignorance, a forerunner of beauties; that honor of souls, that rapture of realities—able to mourn without malice; as casual happenstance, to bounce into divinities, that close to feeling immortal; for this is life, as chosen by some, as building a fortress; for why to perish, as spread so thin, a person lacking convictions?  It’s better to fly, this profound sea—those waves and currents of wisdom: a friend of crucial moments; a mentor of falling castles; a lover of those things righteous; to have such thoughts, riddled in reason, as to love others accordingly; else, the tides are heavy, the scents are odious, and life is paused at repeats; of course, there’s pleasure—at what expense, as to suffer so deeply; that severed pride, that inner venom, this want to force redemption; where arts perish, the seas are evil, and friends become means to an end: this grievous life, managed by no man—the bases of instincts—as pure pleasure, while laws perish, as to forfeit social demands; so fly with grace, faced by mercy, treating friends as end in themselves; for this is love, those inner diamonds, as built through arts.