music : Love Me - Yiruma
The poem that proclaims the object of love cannot be compaired to anything, for she is beautiful by herself. She is loved for who she is and not because of any similarity she might have with anything beautiful out there in the world.
That only the lover sees her inner beauty and potential that others are blind of. That love has grown, blooms and gives of a scent that lives uniquely within the body of the beholder.
It professes a love that is bend on loving and has no other aims. There is no pride in this love, for it can only love and love in this way because it knows no other way. It is a love that blurs the boundaries between the self and the other - where two people become two halves of a single entity.
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