Feeling is the intensity of life. This being the case, the person who dwells on the reason of life will never be fully engulfed by the passion of the moment, or take part in the full experience of a kiss. This same person will live, forever lacking the entirety of the experience while delicate opportunities prance tantalizingly around them.
So says my lifeblood that pulses in passion, that kisses are a better gratification than wisdom, Lady, I swear by all things beautiful. Don't cry - the sharpest functioning of my brain pales in comparison to your eyelids' even slightest flutter. I could craft the most complex of wordy expressions to say what you can say in one glance: We are for each other. Exploit your emotion: laugh, leaning back in my arms, grazing your free spirited passion against my structured logic. Life is not so structured, there is no formula.
And death will not define anything that happens between the beginning and the end.
