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The canon of love

It’s sensible when life
                      and love walk hand in hand,
When flowers are abloom,
                      confessions are exchanged,
When kids keep growing up
                       and start to look like us –
But are there black spots
                       we wouldn’t recognize?...
Because some shadowed nook
                       exists in every soul,
And love at times does play
                       not so kind a role:
Ah, passion fuels wars,
                       and makes us humble slaves –
And God forbid that we
                       fall out of its grace!
The conqueror of hearts –
                       is he a worthy one?
His temple is built on blood,
                       the harm can’t be undone:
The battle is hot and hard,
                       the rival is deadlocked…
A winner takes it all – and love!
                       That’s how it always worked.