Love, tis a poisoned medicine with a poised
Kiss, tis a binding of men, so fragile and blinded by the raging fire o'
Passion, so closely you travel by
Lust, o' cupids vengeful
Thanatos, which awaits thee who doesn't know the
Difference, o' such there is between love of the groin and love of the
Heart, it does not know of the line that drives Aphrodite and Eros
Apart, be they who seek Freya and find
Surt, o' raging fire you poison the mind of
Men, so easily deceived by illusions of the heart, by
Affection, you bittersweet paradox of life, tis truly a oxy-
Moron, be he who drives loves osculum est mortis
Away, be he who kills
Life, for without love it is a death not worth
Living, be they who find their true
Love, tis a poisoned medicine with a poised kiss.
A/N: ok so on this one I decided to separate each lines a little more, but this is one poem.
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PoetryThis is just some poems I have written. This work is mine please do not steal. Uh like once in a blue moon I can come up with a good poem, so sorry if I don't write often.
