My heart, a weary wanderer
And yet a lively lover
Like kings in search of queens
It has an eye for beautiful things.
Severally battered and mended
By escapades that abruptly ended.
Yet it still staggers around
Like a drunk, bearing 'no love found'.
A beautiful thing, love is
With one your heart is at peace.
When your half, in the one you see
You reel with joy to ecstacy.
A dream at night
An obsession of the mind.
When you see a one of a kind
It is like love at first sight.
But I fear to fall again
To give my heart and my soul away
Like a snail from its safety shell
A real risk it is, a gain in pain.
I love the taste of honey
But I fear the sting of bee
It is such a painful one to me
I will love again, call me crazy.
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