Love
(poems go here)Love truly is a sweet torment.
It's the curse of all men.
It hurts as it lurks in the eyes of
men who have been broken by this curse.
Full of pain sorrow
Now through tomorrow
Till the end of all men
Love will always be a sweet torment.
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