A Romantic Paradox

When love would spark her heart, 

dubious rains would douse off the fire.

But when love would set flames apart,

Who'd douse her burning desire?

And who'd calm her endless ache, 

when lust would flood the desire's lake?

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Parting autumn would cut her heart bare

only to be cured by the lively blooms

But should her heart face the despair, 

then who'd enliven it from her glooms? 

Who'd convalesce that dying flowers

when Love would fetch those final hours?

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Don't question how the dwams often fall 

like meteors on broken temples of the soul

It is not an untold tale to all, 

as her heart would bear the toll.

If fiends strike her, an angel will help her heal, 

who'd help when heart's wounds’d reveal?

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At times, she traipses, at times, she breaks, 

often lost in the world, she fails to define, 

Living with love and with the heartaches

in an ocean of desires turned divine. 

When she'd be satiated by a lust-laden wine,

who'd soothe her thirst when love'd decline?

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Before the storms, we bow in vain,

No mortal force can tame the sea.

The blame’s not on the waves of pain,

But somewhere deeper mystery.

If I, a sailor, steers to save the tide,

Who’d save the ship when love’s the guide?