Love Begins, Love Ends

At first, love begins with many gifts.

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And it continues.

Love grows in my fantasy.

Then it looks at the world.

And it praises a Psalm.

Love can be spoken even with a dududu.

And a banana.

Love sings a lullaby for Christmas.

Along with Mary's.

Then it sleeps in a manger, while by its sheep it watched at night.

Love loves black and black.

And it proclaims the passion of Love.

Love falls from the trampolin and it can't find the ball.

Love is a broken concerto.

Love fails for the joy of man's desiring and it doesn't wait for the Lord.

Love chooses, love elects.

It arranges a medley from the West.

And it shares room with the paintings on some chalkboards.

Love fights the others even on the stage.

And the Lord bless it and keep it angry.

Then love marches to the South.

Love wins the one and one pair of eyeballs in an Eucharist.

Love fits in a white box.

Love is the light it sees and the truth it knows.

It fills up hundreds of water grenades at midnight and steals eggs.

In a Javanese pop song it reaches high A and it needs an organist.

Love doesn't care for a mere disqualification.

Then it claps its hands and sing Hallelujah for almost three hours.

Because it plays badminton whenever it can.

And it shouts in a café.

Love keeps money in a case of a violin, after six hours of tiring devotion.

But love smiles instead.

Love fights with noodles at the downtown and the cathedral.

Love doesn't sing when it is setting the chairs.

It eats its own food for lunch and buys for dinner.

Love is willing to die of waiting for a blue flower to groom.

And love succeeds.

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At last, love ends with one spirit.