The lover doesn't possess or never bothers about the modern calculating machines providing meticulous mathematical results. But the lover gauges everything by the scaling-stone of lovelorn. The logical one measures everything by the scale of rationality and logic, and tends to find out reasons and facts for each and everything around. They have migrated to the town of logic, sitting on high outcropped rock like a very logical person, who has been watching stunningly, with his finger in mouth underneath the teeth, the unusual doings of an emotional one. Wisdom, intellect, reason logic has already moved out from there. Love is a unique world, which is ruled only by conscience, feeling, sensation, affection and heartbeats.
It's just when I am by myself alone in the virtual world of imagination, embarking on a journey traveling up on the glorious milk way of fantasy trying to reach out the colorful castles of love, then a deep sense prods my affection which makes me say: Oh my lord! How joyful this love is and what an endless world it has. I am neither in love nor is the hangover of love walking through my head.
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