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!"