The greatest lovers we seek are the most admirable,
Beneath veils of illusion,
Eyes weave tales, shifting sands.
Love's fervent grasp engulfs the heart and all its fury,
But love it sparks as joy instead of truth,
The effects are haunting
Love dissipates as time embraces us,
Squeezing, so tight,
Until the warmth burns the flesh,
The skin,
The heart,
Oh whats there is lost,
Not because they love each other any less,
Perhaps they didn't love each other at all.
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