Love, a myriad of divine complexity,
Which man labors to liberate.
Love, quite simply a valid absurdity,
Which man toils to investigate.
Love leaves an undying scar upon the
soul,
Which may flourish like a field of
fervid roses,
Or leave men spiraling in an endless
hole,
As their very essence decomposes.
Love can hurl a man into the deep
abyss,
And pierce his heart like a raw winter's scorn,
Or raise him to a state of eternal
bliss,
Where he finds new life like a child
re-born.
Love is too much for any man to
define,
God's greatest lesson, learnt only
with time
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