Many call it a disease, Love I mean
as it is forever finding hearts
to make do unreasonable things.
Many fear it, some wish for it…
bubbling from the wishes of the two,
it finds Safety in the most unlikely places.
I heard of a woman,
far far away,
a student of the Executioners school,
a product of the Handmaidens Project.
She lost her love
but didn’t lose her hope,
even though it was death she was against.
Trying to get back the warmth of her beloved
she ventured in search of a blacksmith’s box,
an object of curses
and barely resurrected her love.
It makes me wonder
every time I look at the universe
‘the things we do for love’….
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