Speak not...

Speak not of your enchanted heart,
Lest the vines curl and wrap themselves
around my own.
These thorns are deeper than they seem.
Love, love is not blind
though cupid might be.
So speak not of your fevered heart
My own has so much to unfold.

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Love is a poison, brimming with danger
It's a tunnel of red lights
where cars speed through
in the late hours of the night.
And quiet, like the sound of a dandelion
falling in a field of green plains...