It’s a battle
The heart against senses
A feud between
Reason and intuition
Where words engage
In amorous play
And minds imagine
Of wanton days
In darkness there lingers
A light, a flame
In silence
Though good
Delays the game
In hope
One marvels on epiphany
Though truth shall be
Without melody
Feelings, words unspoken
Seem so loud
Curses the lips the spell
Was bound
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