THE SHAPE OF LOVE
THE SHAPE OF LOVE
Who's to say what form it takes
when love is in the air?
It takes the shape of the lover's
heart with confidence and care.
It's free of form, undefined,
an amorphous mystery,
whose existential nature forms
as only lovers see.
Tis loves blind eye knows not
the hope of everlasting bliss,
or the intoxicating fever of
loves first tindered kiss?
Dare not to learn the ways of love,
as many fools have tried.
Breathe it in deep and fill your soul,
and swallow foolish pride.
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