Loves Monstrosity
It's funny how when people fall in love,
People's goals and desires change.
They themselves begin anew.
Some turn into a kind and loyal dove,
While others into a vile creature of rage.
It's odd that love is like a morning dew.
It's there, shining and making grass beautiful,
Then the sun comes and takes it away in a blaze,
The relationship a fading memory.
How can love be so wonderful,
yet so quickly die and then decay?
It's funny how love, so pure and kind,
Can also be someone's monstrosity.
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