As thoughts turn to love
What such a word it has become
Beholder of all such emotion
Of which joy and tears both flow
At times a wonderous feeling
At times a hurtful fallacy
A wicked game it can be
Challenging the very soul itself
What art and wonderment it inspires
And how each night differs
Thoughts swell and fall
Like a tempest wave upon the shore
When thoughts turn to love
It is to dream, to dream
To dream forevermore
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