Heart 15 Give It More Soul
Artist: Agnes Kokot
Love is not invention nor folly
Its path is both straight and confounding
It moves through us just like a sickness
Leaves sleepless the mind it is hounding
We crave it as much as we duck it
Drives us mad with its innocent snare
It catches us off guard and swindled
Often conjured from out of thin air
We use it when it is convenient
To exploit one to our own desire
Or we too might fall prey like a fool
Engulfed and enticed by its fire
Without it our lives would feel empty
Devoid of all meaning and care
Essential to function and purpose
But is never impartial or fair
Still we will never not seek it
And promise to pamper and tame
Yet even when it causes chaos
We somehow will take all the blame
For that is the power of loving
And opening up to its charms
Even if once we were ruined
All's forgotten when squeezed in its arms
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