I asked how to tread on the path of love,
And told it was narrow, fun and thorny:
Well spelt in the hash colours of reality;
I hesitate to take a first or a last move.
It entices as it depresses to live alone.
But on what ground would I morally
Be held for a foreign feeling mightily,
That hasn’t stayed to claim dominion?
Love makes hearts sway by the day.
What’s better than to have your needs,
Staring at you housed in one place?
I am afraid you would take all away.
If I chose you, know that I won’t budge.
It’ll be rich and deep and real and true.
I can’t stand blamed for self inflicted woe;
Whatever works for you, I don’t judge.
Sep 4, 2022
Sep 4, 2022 at 3:22 AM UTC
I asked how to tread on the path of love,
And told it was narrow, fun and thorny:
Well spelt in the hash colours of reality;
I hesitate to take a first or a last move.
It entices as it depresses to live alone.
But on what ground would I morally
Be held for a foreign feeling mightily,
That hasn’t stayed to claim dominion?
Love makes hearts sway by the day.
What’s better than to have your needs,
Staring at you housed in one place?
I am afraid you would take all away.
If I chose you, know that I won’t budge.
It’ll be rich and deep and real and true.
I can’t stand blamed for self inflicted woe;
Whatever works for you, I don’t judge.
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