A Slave of Love
A Slave of Love
Love overwhelms,
presses you down,
first is the sensation,
of a heart sinking
then rising up
or moving sideways,
it is not a material gift,
nor inane whispers,
that stir the tempests,
out of which warmth,
escapes to bathe,
the body with dizziness,
and a cold elixir,
to dole out sobriety
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