For Love is but a Word
For love cannot abide a troubled soul
Nor hold the trembling hand of aging fear
Lest it succumb as doubt makes it less whole
And yet deny its presence drawing near
For love is not a shallow water dream
It rages ‘neath the calm of surface lie
Its depth the chilling darkness of a scream
That knows its aching fever will not die
Thus, do the lovers dance ‘round fires flame
The heat of endless passion counting coup
Denying that two hearts could be the same
While both the dancing lovers know it’s true
For love is but a word misunderstood
By those who would define it if they could
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