LOVE - LORN
Love is like a juice
Some bitter, some sweet
Is it true that ribs can tell the kick of a beast from a lover's fist
Bruised bones record it well
The sudden shock, the hard impact
Thin swollen lids
Sore eyes spoke not of lost romance, but of hurt
Hate is often confused
Its limits are in zones beyond itself
And sadists will not learn that love by nature extracts a pain unequalled on the rack
Heavens hath no pleasures like a woman loved
Hell, also ,hath no fury like a woman scorned.
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