LOVE
IS NOT EMPIRICAL DATA
.
Oh reddish
floral gay goddess
I give you
my brainless pink emotion;
Oh ego don't
dissent to the winks of that emotion
If this is
a lie disguised in a black velvet dress;
Then I want
to feel the green humid deception,
Yet if and
when chivalry like love equals
A damn good
temptation
Is it feasible
for cynicism to become one with
romanticism?
Is a lavender
rose's thorn prick, a sign of optimism?
Oh my senseless
scientific yellow senses.are the
absolute worst.
For is not
passionate love an irresistible cure or is
it curse?
My ironic
thoughts are as lost as the fifth black
universe,
And blue rose
petals make the goddess grow;
Her drum fires
red and melts spring's snow.
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