I couldn’t explain our affair
in a month of bloody sundays
we made a splendid pair
and pledged forever always
but the nature of personal power
and the dynamics of intent
are written in the air
you have to be it to see it
to know that it’s unfair
that love is madness
and that love is unkind
that it brings us only sadness
when it renders us blind
.
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