Oh! What A Twisted Path Love Is...

Oh! What a twisted path love is;

For when you think your heart afixeth

Itself to a match most perfect,

The road doth veer into the unknown

And the love you cherish is separated,

By a bush or two, or other carts overtaking;

You find, in separation,

Your heart most dear to that which is unreachable;

In doing so your mind is no more sane,

For love was that which kept you going,

It kept you on the road of life;

Without, sorrow brews overhead,

And you find flaws and strife;

Straightforward is no word to use:

Oh, what a twisted path!

The End

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