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Oh! Hwa art love?
If not a tempest!
Tis simply lies not,
In Β mere behest.

Donne love so ardent,
Entwined with desire!
Tis bargain leaving,
So much to enquire.

Oh! Hwa art love?
If not madness?
Tis paints upon,
A blank canvass!

For love sees only beauty,
A matter of time,
Before infringement,
Of duty.

Oh! Hwa art love?
If not alluring?
Tis simply has no time,
Of reassuring!

Alas! Love,
Tis so blind!
Inside thee heart,
Tis confined.

 

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