LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH; THE BLOOD REMAINS SICKLE

Pretty, she is;

Heartwarming, he feels

All day long and feels like your peace

But the king is AS;

And his queen, same cell.

The arrow of cupid, once more he shot,

But blindly again, this time, I am sure.

What you feel, you believe is love

But this union, true love won't support.

Now it is to bear the pain,

Though with heartbreak, torture and shame

If not for us, parents, I pray;

At least this you do for thy children's sake.

The heart is frail; The mind derailed

Our thoughts insane; Emotions the same

But the joint is feeble

And the blood is sickle.

What then it is to the god, Eros?

Love truly, we say is not enough.

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