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Literature Text
Yet it bears no hazard sign, no warning
of what it entails, beholds for those
who choose to open that cut glass bottle.
The poison, it flows straight to the pacy beating heart
within a few moments of true love's first kiss
which released it. The heart glows in earnest,
in earnest with that newfound love a-glory.
Its effects of giddiness, joy and passion
don't leave much to be desired
as the heat-filled moments in unity pass when
that much wanted poison reaches the aching soul.
The soul, once permeated, glows with desire
but if unfulfilled, the soul simply withers
under the strain of once full lust that
has now been whittled to mere memories and dust.
The poison's one antidote is one simple thing,
a mad deep loving soul never returned,
when the poison's whole structure burns out and is never,
never, never to be seen again, shattered in half by lonely hearts.
And love is a poison, one that everyone knows
yet it bears no hazard sign, no warning
of what it entails, beholds for those
who choose to open that cut glass bottle.
It doesn't really have a meaning as such, I wrote it when I was wondering about the meaning of love, and how despite the fact that it can hurt, it is still one of the most amazing things.