Love is the beginning of love's cares,
People master it with their utmost souls,
For love engulfs the path and all around.
If you fall into love be the one who escapes it,
If ever your heart bleeds then a dagger is thrusted
Into the crevices so crushed and caused to coil.
When the love of a dancer is around the night,
You are the work on this particular occasion,
You have a designer and a trusted wonder.
Love encases us in signs of the obscure and subtle,
Its destruction is beyond doubt the epitome of sin,
But destroyed or not, the lovers enrich somebody.
For the love is gathering a sinful beginning,
Then the sage counsels us with stupor and spirit,
With lusts and learning, and with dancing and dread.
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