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What is this thing, that makes men fall?
Empires and emperors who once stood so tall.
What is this thing that causes wars?
Whole nations lost to murdering hordes.
What is this thing which drives men to kill?
Once rational beings doing deeds of ill.
What is this thing that breaks young hearts?
Hope filled dreams now shattered, torn apart.
Yet on and on forever it rides.
A blinding curse taking over more lives.
It's insatiable thirst shall never be quenched.
Though most of us pray every day to be drenched.
Every day more & more succumb to it's spell.
To endure more torture than those found in hell.
But though this thing it causes such pain.
It's still the one thing that all of us crave.
Many great works of wonder and beauty.
Come derived from this enchanting mystery.
Great artists, poets & philosiphers through time,
have attempted in vein, to unriddle it's rhyme.
And those who have learned to harness it's power.
Are revered and envied by all they encounter.
For this thing, it is God's one true gift.
Though misused can cause us to be cast adrift.
But all would say it's worth the cost,
for to live without it would render us lost.
What is this thing, sent from above?
What is this thing, people call Love?...