First, there was love . . .
You were drowned by the flames of passion.
Thus, the delight.
Then, there was hate . . .
when others destroy your beloved.
Thus, you fight.
Then, there was war . . .
with hearts of varied desires.
Then, you lose sight.
But peace never came.
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