Wreath

To fall in love, is the lifetimes award for a thousand men.
To be in love, is the folly for a soul to live on the temperament of a mood.
To fall out of love, the greatest behest.

A heart beats, yet does not wish to be beat. Our minds a instant in the scheme of time, our hearts, a moment.

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