True love: When I whispered to silence that true love is a chimera, she nodded. When I whispered to shrewd wind that true love is quixotic, she agreed. When I whispered to rose that true love is fictional, she concurred with me. But when gold-digger was grilled, she yelled 'true love emanates from me and if you want to conquer, be a spendthrift for my smug life.' #life, #true love
