My loneliness devours gentle touch
And pulls it to itself in close embrace.
A hungry mouth does not know when's enough
And oft destroys that which it sought to praise.
It seems to me that love's a thorny vine
That rips and tears a once contented heart.
It's possible that you could lose your mind
Once love has rent your tortured heart apart.
What can one do to circumvent this hell,
This ever-burning, without-end desire?
If you know something keep it to yourself,
I'd rather burn in love than lose its fire.
Although at times it seems a horror show,
When once you've loved you'll never let it go.
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