There was no love when we were apes.
Or was there, who could estimate?
Is it born through contemplation
or vanishing in twists of ratio?
Projected into dreams´ perfection
it´s shrinking in the dead reflection.
The more I search the less I find
though it´s everywhere proclaimed
A word, a trade, a fake romance,
love may lose significance.
Still “love” would have a correlate,
that´s hard for me to catch by word.
All theories just won´t enlight,
more likely they obliterate.
Oh literate, but vain debate
on a hazy kiss of fate!

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