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What Is It?
Golden as an Autumn leaf
But darker than loss and grief
More painful than death,
Which when you draw your last breath.
Less more than life
And colder then ice.
It is not an option
nor an obsession
But which you have to wear caution
Unless you release your possession.
The passion that it conspires
Burns more than the feeling of fire.
The pain that it leaves
to dwell in your heart
Is only a simple word
Love, that's in the art.
Zoe: Holdsclaw
But darker than loss and grief
More painful than death,
Which when you draw your last breath.
Less more than life
And colder then ice.
It is not an option
nor an obsession
But which you have to wear caution
Unless you release your possession.
The passion that it conspires
Burns more than the feeling of fire.
The pain that it leaves
to dwell in your heart
Is only a simple word
Love, that's in the art.
Zoe: Holdsclaw
Published 29th Oct 2011
| Edited 22nd Jan 2012
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