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Perfect Love

When love is perfect, there is no time to breathe, no time to ponder the glory of the ecstasy you’re drowning in. When love is perfect, your tongue is enslaved by your heart, your soul in a constant state of flux. When love is perfect, all people of this world are merely backdrops to your destiny, shadows to your light. If love was perfect, she would still be here with me.