Thorns of love will pierce as quick
as lightning claims the skies,
The nightingale's song soon sings
of pain when love denies.
How ill the aim of cupid's bow
most often likely miss,
Phantom love comes riding on
the night's long wanted kiss.
Love's rose lethal long in stem
twists round the heart again,
Escaping breaths now depleting,
an emptyness blooms within.
Thorns of love do pluck the heart
like strings upon the bow,
Surrender all your passion
as you bleed from Cupid's throw.
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