First Love
Woe, unto this heart of men
This mortal soul, I fear is weak
I question God, is this sin?
Bold I was, now humbled and meek
Forsaken by the breath of life
My lungs betray my need to breathe
My heart is pierced by an unseen knife
A foe, my mind cannot perceive
My dreams held captive by enchanted smiles
My hunger, a thing of the past
My sleep now stolen by these wicked trials
A torment, that's unsurpassed
What curse is this that leaves me maim,
And renders my body weak?
Does this demon have a name,
That paints my future bleak?
Alas, this wound will never heal
It festers within a crippled soul
'Tis love that's robbed me of my will
For I no longer have control
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