O love, o love!
Your greatness is power I cannot deter but bare!
How beautiful is that gift the heart offers to share?
No matter how small or how little you have in there,
Take in a bit zephyr of love and you won’t but care.
Oh my dear, your thoughts I hear; Odium you say you bear?
Or the actions of the break of heart you say you fear?
I know when love touches your jumbled heart
Which lies quietly in your sacred part
Then you will know that hatred and its act
Only titters at your unwitting past.
After that, this avowal you will orate at last:
Lust is a fool but love, a rare pet.
So far I know real love is rare to pick
Nevertheless its scarcity would stink
When your emotion is ready to seek
And when you find the one you wish to tick,
Certainly not will hatred try to peck
Or put to play her wicked cut-rate trick;
For love which has made you two angels prink
And given you those hearts that agelessly stick,
Would make you stand when dreads suddenly kick.
How deep is that pit of bond in which I fell?
For after been locked in hatred's tightest cell
And propelled to throw you down the deepest hell,
My thoughts was that your life has answer'd death's call
But when your scent came and it I felt, I failed to repel.
Now your saccharinity, I will live to tell
For never again will love be what I desire to sell
Love, nonetheless you are rare to pick,
And your ways are too cosmic to bear,
Yet your beauty I’ll live to tell.
Though you like ice still fire won’t melt
MIDE BENEDICT
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