Being 'in love', like being 'in imagination'. The concerns of everyday life all dissolve in the daydream and halo of the other.
Is it an illusion to be distrusted? Do we reject what the soul presents to us? Something so pure and simple at the time that will eventually lead us astray?
Does love make us blind to the flaws of another, or does it make us see the true angelic nature of a person? Is it all just an illusion, a trick of light that makes us see what we want and abandon reason?
Does it distort more than reveal? If only I could stop what I still feel,
Is it an illusion to be distrusted? Do we reject what the soul presents to us? Something so pure and simple at the time that will eventually lead us astray?
Does love make us blind to the flaws of another, or does it make us see the true angelic nature of a person? Is it all just an illusion, a trick of light that makes us see what we want and abandon reason?
Does it distort more than reveal? If only I could stop what I still feel,
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