Never again shall I love
or give my heart to any
for the purpose of their amusement.

For love has many renditions,
some of which have manipulative
properties to hold, mold,
and fold as one wishes.

The word is a dangerous thing.
Able to cut, maim, and wound
the strongest being in existence
or just make them feel small
and insignificant like a grain
of sand on the ocean floor.

One must be careful
in this jungle of a realm
we call society.
For snares await
the unsuspecting lamb.

So be forewarned,
that love is much like a serpent.
Harmless from a distance,
and sometimes beautiful.
But deadly once invited.

© X Poet

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