The touch of a lover is sweet
And the wings that carry away love are
fleet
What is love but introspection?
A selfish act of contradiction
The eyes of a lover are warm
And the loss of love worse than a
furious storm
What is despair but masturbation?
A guilty act of satisfaction
The voice of a lover is a song
And in the end everything is wrong
What is the heart but a wretched beast?
An hungry wolf ready for a feast
Love rejects the erotic in favor of
Eros
Love is quiet when the mind is shouting
Love begins to fly like a sparrow
Love is strong when the mind is
doubting
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