when love ends, it does not end
\nit keeps floating endlessly, still
\nit is just a relationship that ends
\nor an illusion, also named projection
\nof one’s own desires
\nunto the other<\/p>\n
when love ends, it never ends
\nit keeps driving us mad
\nwhat we have to bury
\nis our childish wish
\nto find oneself
\nin the other<\/p>\n
love is endless
\nwhat is limited is our dreams
\nif we fail to live them<\/p>\n
what has to end is the lies we tell ourselves
\nthe fairy tales that we make up about ourselves
\nthe realtionships we are unable to live<\/p>\n
love begins as a tiny blossom
\nwithin the centre of ourselves
\nand if we can’t let it grow
\nwithin our own hearts
\nto nurture our souls
\nwe’ll remain unable
\nto carry it outside
\ninto this world
\nto the other<\/p>\n
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