18/04/2025
Don’t fall in love with a woman who reads.
With a woman who devours books like oxygen,
whose soul dances in the margins of poetry and prose,
because she’s tasted worlds beyond your reach—
and once you touch her mind,
nothing will ever feel the same again.
Don’t fall in love with a woman who feels too deeply.
Who cries over forgotten songs,
laughs in the rain without reason,
and carries galaxies inside her chest.
She’ll look at you and see more than just a man—
she’ll see your shadows,
your silent dreams, your aching truths—
and love you anyway.
Don’t fall in love with a woman who writes,
who spills her soul in ink and metaphor.
She’ll immortalize you in verses,
turn your love into a storm on paper—
beautiful, wild, and unforgettable.
Avoid the woman who is educated, enchanted,
brilliantly mad, and beautifully unhinged.
She will not settle for shallow waters—
she dives into depths most fear to tread.
She questions everything.
She believes in magic, in revolution,
in breaking every rule that cages her fire.
Don’t fall for the woman who thinks—
who questions the stars, the silence, and even herself.
She knows the weight of knowledge,
but chooses to fly anyway.
Her wings are not made of feathers—
they are made of courage and chaos.
Don’t love a woman who laughs or cries while making love,
who turns the act into a sacred ceremony
where bodies disappear and souls collide.
She’ll awaken parts of you you never knew existed,
and you’ll never be able to forget the way she made you feel.
Especially not a woman who breathes poetry,
who finds the universe in a painting,
and whose heart beats in rhythm with music.
She will not live on the surface—
she will pull you under,
where truth is raw and love is eternal.
Don’t fall in love with a woman
who rebels against injustice,
who speaks with fire and listens with purpose,
who refuses to numb herself with noise and distractions.
She is dangerous because she is awake—
and once you’ve loved someone awake,
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