To love passionately and blind,
is like to love a beast.
A way to remit it you must find,
or it'll turn you to its feast.
Don't give yourself to it,
don't give your body and soul,
if you do, lustfully will it growl,
and your gifts will be mutilated.
Don't put your heart on a plate,
wine of the beast is set to be blood,
ages you won't have to wait,
till it'll be eaten and torn apart.
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