Believe the hype

Believe the hype
Love ruins
It runs the senses of the eloquent to the ashes
their composure it rattles and tosses like a dice
Left sprawled at the hand of fate
Even the fire in the arms if the warrior
that which guides them through travail and odds,
Love douses with a kiss
Love strokes the soothing of slumber
and the rage of the ferocious is sooth
soothe to a puppy

Do not be deceived
The tales of this love is true
Do not meddle, without caution
Do not meddle with bare hands, face or hearts
Risky is the fate that lie beyond this path


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