We draw the distance between us closer even the odds are imaginary.
We intersect at such point though we are parallel.
Our lines are right, aren't they?

Time and space make it isometric, real.
Is it actually real?
Or actually a tangential feeling which is only adjacent to the vertex of love?
That I understand not.

Mind over matter I must.
Letting the ratio completely imbalance I fall to the critical values of emotion.
The ***** is steeper. I fall if I don't run.

But I think I might just continue to extend the line wherever it takes me.
It might stop or infinitely endure the constraints it intersects.
Well, the plane is vast.
But oh, the world is small.

I, the king, have conquered many kingdoms.
I’ve won the hearts of my friends,
Countrymen, my queen.
I declare myself a victor of everything.
Yet, not a victor of everyone.

A war has come.
She’s brave, wonderful, and exquisite.
Swords clash as spears wage day and night.
I planned my attacks but to no avail.
I’m trapped by my own knives and nets.

An unexpected arrow has pierced through my heart.
I do not bleed, I do not die.
For my armor is built with conviction and confusion.
But soon, for sure, I’ll feel pain for it is inevitable.

I’m fighting a losing battle.
A war not to determine who is stronger, braver
But a war of decisions and sacrifices.
I, the king, have conquered many kingdoms
But I’ve never conquered her heart.