Ah love - What say you of love ? 

It plucks at the heart

Wreaths through the Soul.

Steals from the start

And swallows you whole.

By sleight of hand

It takes away, a sneak thief

In the night.

It stole the sun

Dark cloaked the land,

And hid you from my sight.

Say I of love, for foul deceit

No others match your schemes,

You hunted down the one you seek,

And fell upon her dreams.




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