There never was, a feeling more beautiful than this,
Inspired by the very breath we take.
You can feel it in a single kiss,
Not knowing, whether your asleep, awake.
It can drive men, woman completely mad,
We do it for the thrill, it burns.
Yet the absents of reason, incredibly sad,
Blinded, amused, questioning witch way it turns?
While ignorance is bliss, Ill give you that,
Patients is a concept, illusion...safe.
Our hopes remain unchanged by that little fact,
Trust, nothing more than an act, of faith.
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