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Love's Wage
Let ye know that I love thee without restraint,
For I scorn at the barrier of distance.
Though cupid's arrow may seem a bit faint,
It is sharpened by thy mere existence.
Yet if the fiery tempest that rocks, sways...
And love suffers from the disease of hope,
Where skepticism and doubt sow betray,
Love is not love when it seems not to cope.
But I shall lit up love's carnation flame,
You and me, burning with a mutual fire.
We shall become slaves of love without shame,
Fervid with our wild untamed desires.
Love can not strive without a bit of rage,
It is its unchanging ever fixed wage.
© Dan_Dave-
For I scorn at the barrier of distance.
Though cupid's arrow may seem a bit faint,
It is sharpened by thy mere existence.
Yet if the fiery tempest that rocks, sways...
And love suffers from the disease of hope,
Where skepticism and doubt sow betray,
Love is not love when it seems not to cope.
But I shall lit up love's carnation flame,
You and me, burning with a mutual fire.
We shall become slaves of love without shame,
Fervid with our wild untamed desires.
Love can not strive without a bit of rage,
It is its unchanging ever fixed wage.
© Dan_Dave-
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