Phoenix
by Dale J. Sprague
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Romantic Psychosis
Every lover compiles a portrait about the beloved with proportions of fact and fiction. And when the proportion of fiction is greater than fact, the portrait, or love mantra of the beloved becomes, by definition here, romantic psychosis.
All lovers do the best they can because they live under the grace of all that is divine and sacred in them...all that they call love. Who knows for sure about one's own love mantra? The sensation is great, and too sensational to ignore..whether something they mostly create or not. Time is short because new love is urgent, and one must act, hopefully with as much fact as possible.
When the sensation is great, the need is desperate, especially in youth with experienced eyes seriously lack'lustered. The lover will more often than not opt for it..more often than not be completely oblivious to the risk. But even if the lover is aware of his or her own handiwork, the lover will likely enter eternity with the beloved..for is not the greatest of love needed to sustain lover and beloved in eternity?
There seems something inherently wise, a naturally'occurring convenience that man and woman in youth are profoundly blind in each other's eyes. And it is true...just because the beloved feels exactly to be the right person, the only one, does not mean that the lover knows the beloved. Indeed, in youth, if they could truly see each other, they would probably have nothing to do with each another. As it is, if two lovers possess each other in eternity, like two crazed artists, each will readily sacrifice the other for their own love mantra.
In the beginning, all is formless. Fact and fiction are whole and indistinguishable. Lovers know not which is which. In love, lovers are afflicted, wondrously consumed by great sensations of beauty. Whether romantic psychosis or not, lovers live happily ever'after, ever enpursuent of love sought, or otherwise become profoundly wise.