Looking back over time past
I see that love is the only thing that ever lasts
It surpasses the cries, outlives what dies
A pleasant surprise, whatever it devise
It’s a passive guide that actively lights
Want to try but my activities deny
What is the fuel to your fire
What do you pursue and desire
Will you tend to what is lit
Or pretend that it doesn’t exist
What do you wish to exhibit
What is your pursuit of happiness
Like a mosquito to a lamp
I see your glow and I’m entrance
I follow you at the cost of my existence
My return visits are as someone different
Out of the mire, I was lifted
Into your desire, I was shifted
The flame sustains through all seasons
They claim I’m derange lost all reason
Without love, there’s no reason
With love, none other is needed
If you don’t want to be blind, scared to be burned
Retreat to your confines don’t let the key turn
If you have to know the destination
There’s only one way to learn; embrace it
Leave your bags and get to pacing
There are unique leaves everyone must turn
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