Shedding love.

In love there is no crimson or
sugar-sweet pearly gates,   
there is no soul mate in a perfected world.    
Let us not pretend we are still wearing those rose-tinted glasses   
as we walk through life picking out stereotypical soul-mates from the pages of a magazine.   
Let us shed the skin that says 'Leagues', who came up with these 'leagues' anyway and who's league were they in?   
Let us admit that there will be unfortunate times, there may be arguments, abortion or the famous, tragic hair loss.   
In our heads we can shed this skin...  
"Is it over yet?" A small child whispers, breaking his knees at the monumental steps of Valentine pressure.   
Take the words right out of my mouth,   
don't read them from 'Men are from Venus and Women are from...' or whatever that multi-million pound 'self-help' book whittled on about.
Women and men, we are not as different as we may seem,   
we are all just weak-- mere, lonely, mortals.   
Let us not break each other in the midst of selfish goals.  
Let us love and mean to love and try to be loved and aim to be loving.     
There are bullet holes through the hearts of many,   
as we stand here screaming 'Let us... for we blame no one! We take the weight upon our shoulders and say this sin, this sin we committed unto ourselves! We are our own Gods! Love is neither good nor evil but the creation man made! We are weak.' - Like the house that 'Jack' built...who was Jack anyway?   
Can you not see what you did   
to me, mirror-image?   
Be it beautiful or be it twisted   
let us shed this skin,
let us begin
to be reborn,
let us shed this skin. 
   
   
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I'm not sure, there will probably be a few re-writes to this one, my apologies it isn't my usual style...