A Fools Journey To Love
There is a sacred cave,
Filled with love,
So high and so above,
Where the winter sky’s are the coldest,
There lives a man who’s known as the oldest.
He tells tales of the modest,
The few that make it to the forest,
For that’s where the journey of love begins,
In the minds of the few who are ferocious.
However these are the foolish,
Blinded by the sight of romance,
In hopes of finding a love filled with hopeful wishes,
But they’re only caught in the traps of concupiscence.
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