I Love, Therefore I Die:

Where doth the presence of love prevail?
Is it in my aching heart or modesty stale?
Could it be in my rotting bones of yore?
Perhaps in my turning stomach's core!
And thatis why I'm unable to rest
My body plays games of ultimate jest.
Love must lie in this throbbing head
Causing my heart to become bitter and dead.
How could it not be in these sour pains?
Love as a dark cloud smothered with rain.
Its a bloody thought, this love I can't hide
It creates thoughts of soft suicide.
Love must live on the hope of bated breath.
I know I'm in love, for I know of death.

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