Love
If love is a lie I long to be deceived
To be drug through the trenches of sweet treachery
If love is lunacy, in its angry asylum,I long to be 4ever trapped
Like sick ones in straight jackets whose hearts and heads have snapped
If love is lethal I long to be injected
Let the sweet turn to sour
Let the pretty turn to poison
In love I look,listen,and I learn that every rose has a thorn
and every road has a turn
Love left me scorned in the third degree
Love is not cheap,easy,or free
Still night after night and day after day...on the wild wings of love I can rise and fly away
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