Hearts speak more than words do,
Souls tie more than a knot,
When the smoke of love suffocates you,
Reflexes cease to exist,
sense of caution abandons the mind,
Ignorance clouds the Path.
Love is a venomous seed,
The more you nurture it,
The more it grows with loss of sight and blurry vision,
Some have it and some yearn for it.
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