Prey To Love


Some stones are better not turned, some truths untold.
Some secrets, not revealed, some emotions run bold.
Love’s so fierce, a dagger wrapped up in gold.
If found, flourishing, if lost, so  freakishly cold.
So here’s another one, a thought that inside I must hold.
I fell prey to love, with you, so stay! and together we’ll grow old.

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