I have insulted love
Called it what it isn't
Buried it alive
And left, top and right tossed it
Mimicking smoke from kero stove
Then on it trampled
For that which has become insult
Cannot for sure be love
Yet that which doesn't insult
Cannot ever be love
For love cannot be insulted
But love has insulted;
Ruthlessly assaulted
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