Tis not possible to define love, nor can it be forgotten.
Within passion and envy, it is always held cherished
Not within a poet’s mind does it live, merely remembered
For it is not within reason, yet warmly within the heart
It cannot be contained by phrase, only written in prose
Like a rose it holds beauty, yet danger to those it holds
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