I needn't ever think of affection, It is the blessing that tortures
Could I ever truly be, It is the Unconscious Love
It eludes even the sharpest of minds, the most virtuous of souls
Captivated by its dance of a thousand words and emotions
We needn't motivation, time bears that burden
Frantic panic and mind bending anxiety but no clear retaliation
Unconscious Love is a master of disguises, she wears my mark and I hers
I needn't ever think of affection, she feels my words and hears my heart
But I tell you, you will never search for unconscious love and find it
You must surrender
It is born out the essence of your creation and its match
You will feel nothing as it envelopes you, not one bit, it will be far too late
Oh how could you ever be conscious anymore! What was before this?
I cannot be without my unconscious love, there is no doubt
The answer to your plans is to realize that it is unplanned
Unconsious Love


my friend sent me this a few months ago
I read it and forgot about it
And now I read it again
And I think it's beautiful

Yeah, that's it for today :d
Have a nice week !