For what is love?

Is it a mere mortal sin?

The yearn for the flesh

That leaves the heart behind

The human taste

That sours a soul

Desire over passion

A lusting, unemotional

Of three words

Oft misspoken

For no better than

To gain false approval

A lie, a lure, pure delusion

In a never ending seduction

Of humanity, a foreplay

Of the mind

The prelude to cynicism

 

 

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