Come on in,
It's a feast of delight
There's abundance of sin
What's wrong will feel right.
Coming and going,
In fire and Cold
Dazed and unknowing
Of fate untold.
Love will break you
All great men said
And there will be no life anew
To its last burning thread.
But senility has its method to madness
And love, such a heady thrill
It pierces through with blinding sadness
And then just goes for the kill!
4 comments:
i am impressed. very nice indeed.. did u write it?
Totally mine and totally from some strange part of my head!
excellent ...
I am touched ...
Yes, it makes us spin round and round
it its swirling wave of crazy infatuation,
is that not love? why not?
It soaks every single piece of consciousness with its love-venom,
Love-why are you so bloody?
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