Love Struck

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A New View

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Love, it is written, owns no ilk

of happinesss. Cupid loathes

and creates mahem from habit with

a bow.

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Love hovers waiting for martyrs and

saints to defeat catharsis, tame 

depression, and inflate self worth.

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Lovers plunge in anyway knowing

the pit is deep and the fall long.

After all, the prize may be true

or life-dream long.

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allets

06-12-18

445a

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Author's Notes/Comments: 

Old poem totally reworked. Some of the older verses are incomprehensible or not my view now - so . . . :D slc

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