Love is a power,
which is given as potential.
Nobody starts with more,
but to some it's more essential.

Some will give.
And some will steal.
But whatever they choose:
is an unfair deal.

As two hearts embrace,
And its love intertwines,
It is held with a string,
Guarding a fall without signs.

Time turns into past,
And time presents the future.
But whatever time brings,
Is an uncertain adventure.

You have given a gamble,
With love: The decider.
Given everything,
Because of an unavoidable desire.

The dice is fumbled,
And the number appears.
The string breaks,
And leaves you in tears.

Falling: there you were.
Hitting ledge after ledge.
But none that you could grab,
Because that’s love's evil pledge.

I once had a power.
Used it: I had done.
I didn't start with more,
But ended with none.
 
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