Love transforms. The glass of the eye is smudged by lips, Lovers see differently. Together you experience The Touches that alter your standing, change the positioning of reality. Love adjusts the movements in and around you, so your body syncs to a new rhythm, in step to a different arrangement of words, a new pattern of feelings woven to your blushing skin. Everything feels unreal in Love, and your attention to this change, influences your imagination furthermore in believing that reality has transfigured: realism no longer judges in the case of sense, idealism coats your sightings gold. What can one make of those who metamorphosed within the metamorphosis of Love? The reality that broke off, falling forgetfully into oblivion, where did it go?
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