Some say
love is a temple of gold
High on a mountain-side
You must come
bravely and climb bold
To be worthy
to enter inside
Others call
love a pool of regret
Tears and heartbroken
nights
Don’t lose
yourself in love’s sharp net
For you’ll
soon give up the fight
Others take
my cup and fill it
With the
passion of love on the brink
Poisoned
love will fill the soul and kill it
Behind ruby
lips they call me to drink
From love I have
run for I am not bold
Enough to
climb the mountain
I do not
want someone to hold
If it makes
of my tears a fountain
But perhaps
there is more to this
thing they call love
Behind all
the gore that is
spoken of
Perhaps love
is only
The One who
will find
Me when I’m
lonely
And not
leave me behind
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