The Greater Fantasy
Many believe love a fantasy to be;The greater fantasy believing themselves to love.
Eros irritates me. For agape I hope.
Perhaps a monastic I should be and wear the cowl, sparring my soul from sorrow, though deep within I hold a heart full of love which I hide for fear of heartlessness from this foul realm , filled with insincerity and hypocrisy
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