LOVE

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by chocolate_cauldron

by chocolate_cauldron

Is there anyone who could view love,

Past its scorching heat and blinding light?

Is love's deceit so carefully adorned

By the motifs of its joy?

All they ask of me is a leap of faith,

But what if the trajectory enters its descent,

Before the heart fully gained its ascent?

Will the lover love me

'Til the day the heavens sing my name?

All they ask of me is to be open-hearted,

To let a window be always open,

For any and all the singing birds

But what if the bird that enters my life,

Feels it is trapped in a cage?

Hesitant to stay,

But helpless in its need to leave?

All they ask of me is to trust fate's hands,

The same fate that demands my smile,

While it boils me ruthlessly,

In a cauldron of never-ceasing sorrow

As dregs of it remain,

Even on the days sugar is poured

All they ask of me is surrender,

But is losing the power of control

Truly the best course to be taken

When control hardly stays in my grasp,

And pieces of life hang from my fingers' threads,

In a haphazard harmony?

They sing the song of desire,

Hymn of love and its unfailing cure

And yet, my heart tests the waters,

A fear that haunts me perpetually.