Non-Erotic PoetryConversations With L - Part 1P:
Love is the offspring of hope
Born in the enticement of heightened stimulation
Its womb the nexus of risk and emotion
Its birth the very start of it's inevitable demise
Love is the ultimate dishonesty
Disrupting our senses
And bringing us undone
It is false logic
And within its grasp you cannot trust
Your very soul
In retrospect merely a wheel which
When examined in the cold light of day
Is simply
A cycle as sad and as old
As time
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