When we love us, we search us.
When we find us, we lose us,
we divide us in other branches
of soft loves and searches.
When we lose us, we earn much.
When we earn, we disdain such,
that we give us through the years
invisible to eyes and silent to ears.
The more we desire, more we dislike.
The more we hate, less we are alike.
When less we want, we have felicity,
we love much beyond the extremity.
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