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Le Couer
Love is a strange thing.
It's true difficulty
Lies in it's restraint.
Why should love
Be withheld withall?
Love's slope, ever slick
How sad, that happiness
Could ever bring heartache.
Yet such is the divide
Lust and devotion, ever at odds
Not a matter of trust,
But one of faith.
For never love was decided
Save when heart is undivided.
