All that I know about love is
It keeps getting trapped in cerebral games
Hedging heartbreaks
Mitigating pains.
All that I know about love is
It keeps getting trapped in analysis
Like differential-calculus of Passion
In the cost-benefit matrix.
All that I know about love is
I keep losing it in a quagmire of spoofs
It hides somewhere deep amongst falsehoods
Like an elusive promise, a mysterious muse.
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