It is perhaps an acknowledgement to Heaven
that beauty on this earth is fleeting.
No matter how lovely anything is,
including Love itself
it does not last.
A realm of utmost perfection
where Beauty is absolute truth,
and eternal.
Transcending existence itself,
a creation unparalleled.
My delirious visions of romanticism
is but sediments of lust
precipitated from errors,
thought as human nature.
When really, all I need is fortitude.
Towards Heaven
is what I should aim for.
Towards Heaven
is what I should die for.
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