Indeed love exists he eventually reckons
A conspiracy too intricate, so he fathoms
Beyond all reasoning the notion exists
For no apparent meaning the feeling persists
A mystique realm so elusively preposterous
To which every soul so utterly voracious
He too, for that notion, had sought recluse
Surpassed the common world, made an excuse
"In thy name I honor my life, my existence, my entity
For thou art my completion, resurrection my serendipity''
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