Damn It All On Love Poem by Saint Cynosure

Im kept from her in wicked ways,

like music without dance.

So enwrapped in misery,

because Ive lost my chance.

You cannot fall in love alone,

this wisdom from my mother.

You cannot view whats never shown,

whats never been uncovered.

Without the sounding of her voice,

without her smile and laughter.

My heart still suffers for these things,

this is the choice its after.

Damn it all on love...