Habitually, we do remain
in the foyer of life,
Unprepared to cuddle the spirit
We've taken for a wife
We do not accept the trepid void
Of being who we are
Afraid to deliver well our keen part
When we aren’t the star
Behold what you have fashioned!
And search within, the love you have
or the love you long have sought.
But love is not a fable
requesting what is factual:
Beneath your greed and lust
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