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I know, how dangerous love is,

she spoils everything,

steals everything from me.

I’ve being mad from many things and wonderful creatures, women, and angels in this world, above

and beyond it,

but she came and robbed everything mercilessly from my properties

and even more, ripped off me for pieces.

Yes, this funny looking giggling creature

doomed me for a complete and hopeless orphanage

and eternal humiliation

under the scope of such skillful and powerful espionage,

she stole my head, heart, and soul forever,

altering this world at all

from the beginning till the end,

till the end of all ends and times —

all my past and past of this world and universe

and all looming future and eternity.

She is an awful stealer and nasty girl

who can other work out and do all such crimes

and stupefying transformation?

When eventually not only me and my heart,

but all the world with its unity and limitless

with its endless past and endless future,

all this timely-spatial tightly interwoven continuum,

o my dear,

shocked and cried deeply

from your crimes

as in the case of clashing two massive Black Holes —

from where you brought

so a vast amount of energies,

the queen of love in her permanent sub-beauty?