And is it yet enough,
the raptured heights of love?
when love would break your heart
with it's coy, precocious arts.
Oft hope will soar you high
and fly with you for miles,
then drop you like a stone
all bruised and so forlorn
and then who is to blame,
but your own foolish, lame,
deceitful heart?
Jan 8, 2012
Jan 8, 2012 at 9:07 PM UTC
And is it yet enough,
the raptured heights of love?
when love would break your heart
with it's coy, precocious arts.
Oft hope will soar you high
and fly with you for miles,
then drop you like a stone
all bruised and so forlorn
and then who is to blame,
but your own foolish, lame,
deceitful heart?
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