I have come to inform everyone of you
From this gazette that I'll read to you
It's a tale about a beast called Love
And the fruit that only a few man have

They say fruit is thick and fleshy
And its smooth and shiny
They say its so beautiful that eating it may be a waste
But it is the sweetest thing you'll ever taste
The tree that holds the fruit

Is garlanded with flowers
These flowers grow larger than a foot
And their vines as tall as towers

It's never out of season
It's always there for the picking
But there's a reason
That only a few men come looking

It is guarded by a beast
So twisted and grotesque
That even one of the best
Will be put to the test

Fangs as sharp as swords
Claws as long as knives
And a bite or a wound
Is enough to ***** out your life

A touch on its skin is even worse
You may think it's fine but it is not
It's enough to make your skin rot
It's akin to a curse

Its breath is a lethal poison
And one that's very hard to cure
And the pain is mostly the reason
Why it's very hard to endure

Its blood is acid
It can turn metal into goo
And if you're not careful
It'll turn you into one too

Even the flowers wither beneath its feet
And the hearts it touches stops its beat
Such is the creature that they call Love
Guarding the treasure that only a few will have

This is what it means to live by the knife
To obtain something you shouldn't have
So are you willing to risk your life
Just to obtain the fruit of love?