It is said to be blind
Blind & crazy
Slow to anger hence kind
Because it is lazy?
It is patient
Non-irritable, slow to act
After all, it is ancient
Old & feeble, slow to react
It is forgiving
Forgetful, not keeping track of wrong
Remember that, all you yet living
Whose lovers have forgotten for long
It is said to not be jealous
Nor its own praises sing
Perhaps it lacks a cause
And desires not a thing?
Yet it smites the powerful
The recluse, the distant
Kidnaps the careful
The reserved, the hesitant
Everyone's a target
Love's crosshairs are universal
But it never feels regret
This trigger-happy maniac!
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