love and existence

love and romance
they rock each other
so much
flatery is trashed
but beautiful thoughts
is hatch
horizon blooms
to catch
two lovers under patch
romeo feels brashed

the fringes of
existence
are made out
of strings
everytime you pull
one you
get a bring
of some sort
it swings
but you can also
get a sting
if you dont wear
a ring
beware the symptoms
are hinge
no matter what the tinge.

The fringes are strings, and when you pull one everything unravels.
Skeins of yarn but the sweater is gone.