The Depths: A Poem
Love is hated, feared,
Perverted and used,
Like fruit in a vice,
It is wholly drained and bruised,
Love is a stranger to some,
Watched through windows in others' lives,
Reserved for the weak and dumb,
Are those who yield to its burning fire,
But for some, it's like a precious treasure,
Given and received, it multiplies,
Like ocean's waves it reaches further,
To draw out truth hidden behind a charmer's lies.
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