Love, what a beautiful mystery
So fulfilling yet so absurd in it's entirety
Some state it's all honey
And a few mumble something about money
Some worship as something sacred
While to others it's something the devil's funded
To me it's an emotion, one with the widest variety
Like the roadside candy
With it's many distinct colors and flavors
The flavors, they are just that
In the end ain't it just sweetness everyone end's up with
That's my perception of this weird emotion
Born of logic and deduction from a multitude of observation
Floating in the deep dark sky an immortal
Passing by the fun and frolic of the mortal
You ask me what non existent right I exercise
To pass my judgement on something to me unknown
Well, a pen in my hand and a drum of ink to be blown
So 'scuse me... It's time to watch the mortals put up their play..
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