Infatuation comes oh so easy,
causing one to feel disoriented,
if the daily dose of devotion isn't delivered to ones needs.
Like a drug that enslaves you,
Love almost destroys you.
Yet despite it all, our addictions must be met.
Desolation, Mortification, Abasement,
All signs that come from those,
Who suffer from the abdication,
Of this oh so compelling pleasure.
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