Love is the root of all evil
Anything I would give for it...
This love would give me life
And my life I would give for this
But to give my life
Would be to lose my love
And I would thus be where I began.
You hide like an ant in the vast fields
Yet I cannot think of why
You elude the passion of
Sweetest desire and remain unknown
We are still so connected
Still longing, still in pain
I haunt your grasp
You entice my dreams,
And we both bleed-
Measured once, and cut twice
God's math is funny
But so achingly tasteless.
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