If These Poems Repeat Themselves, Then So

You Are Not Just The Drop In The Ocean. You Are The Mighty Ocean In The Drop.

People Are Distracted By Objects Of Desire, And Afterward Repent Of The Lust They've Indulged, Because They Have Indulged With A Phantom And Are Left Even Farther From Reality Than Before.

A Lover's Life Lies In Death. You Shall Not Find A Heart Without Losing The Heart.

Love Is The Sea Where Intellect Drowns.

Forget The Future. I'd Worship Someone Who Could Do That.