love without its “o”
is simply a mockery
of infinity
this is a really naive look at love, but, sometimes, it’s okay to pretend to be a little naive again. the haiku might not make much sense on its own, but, basically, “o” is infinite. (at least the concept it represents is infinite (kind of).) basically, what i’m trying to say is that love without the “o” – without the infinite part – will simply be temporary.
Chaos of Life 