love is Serendipity
An ineluctable question occurred In the very depths of my soul again: "Why do people fall in?" Is it because of the parousia's scent, Or because of love alone? Foolish men fall into it; Some survive and revive, While some get stuck in the abyss of reverie. Yet, still, love exists... An owl is serenading an ode; He says, "Love is serendipity!"
