Lie the ends of morality where I seem to falter
I tell you, that in the thought it is you that I love
And all I hear is the noise of ancient laughter.
This thought it floats at the top of my head
Ever expanding , ever consuming;
Bursting at the seams from a heart that never bled
The life of me, completely overtaking.
All I wanted was a simple favour from the thought
Easily fulfilled. I don't see why it was so hard!
For it to stay in one small corner of my heart
And not turn me into some love-sickened bard.
And now, the thought, my wishes it did break
It leaves me exposed; my heart cut right through
I'm apathetic, I have nothing left to stake
When I confess, that I love nothing but you.
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