Perplexed by love

What justifies my affection
To lone forests
To pine leaves
And black tea?

Why have I fallen in love
With the thunderstorms
Yet
Crush over the teal hues
Of the clear sky?

Why am I intrigued
By the extremes
In a spectra?

And

Why can't I laugh
At the paradox
That I live?

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