In fashion

The southern hemisphere of my heart
is full of crevices, the northern full of hope.
The logical side of my brain makes no sense.
I wear my heart on the sleeves of my vest.

I can't speak about what's in my mind
cause it's you what's in it the whole time.
The flame of my passion swims
through despair's cold sea.

Time witnesses the success of my pain.
I wear a hauberk suit again disdain.
Not every night is a wedding night,
not every moon is a honeymoon.

You are the most beautiful poem ever composed.
Shut the door and open your heart.
King of a castle made of cushions.
This love is always in fashion.

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