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What Love’s about is not some selfish whim;
nor is Love purely biological -
though often totally illogical.
When hormones saturate the blood and swim,
thought processes instinctually dim.
What Love’s about (at first) seems magical,
(until it’s ended) then Love’s “tragical.”
I think that Love might be the source of Sin,
when object d’ affection supplants God,
possesses us down deep - down to our core -
we live and breathe to have and hold that bod,
and separation is a salted sore.
We’re bound for Hell, where untrue Lovers trod,
when Love corrupts and Lovers become whores.
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