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.
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I am science fiction author and poet from Amsterdam. It took me a while to discover I liked to write. Now I am hooked. Help me get the word out. Leave me a review on Amazon.com. And subscribe to my email list. Thank you. View all posts by Khadim Zaman