Love
No more will I write of pain
The scars of war are bleeding
No more will I shed those tears
Drops of ice from the heart keep beating
These emotions of life are for the living
No more shall this quill forever tremble in despair
Let the rivers run black and the sky let loose
Lethal arrows from the quiver of Eros
No more shall fly
My love is a red, red rose sprung in the heart of darkness
Where there's love and light never will you find me
Some live for love, living is the mystery
No more will I speak of things that make the soul go weary.
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