Love is a mist
Hidden our ways,
Lead to the grave
And, make our bier..
..............
Its a morning dew,
In sight
But,
Dangerous poison,
Ever find
...............
Give the scent
Of olent violet..
And, the passion,
Of heaven maid
But,
Of blood,
And pain.
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