A State of Mind
Delicate as the finest silk
fragile as a butterfly,
close as the air we breathe
yet distant as the sky.
Gentle as a new born lamb
strong as any steel,
stranger than a fantasy
but always seems so real.
Pinnacle of happiness
ultimate in pain,
freedom from the normal
bonded by a chain.
Harder than a diamond
soft as a velvet glove,
all this is describing
a state of mind called love.
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