Without a Cure - POEM of the MONTH!

Without a Cure

(Love Song)

The sun fell on my heart

When you gazed in my direction

Causing immediate symptoms

Which radiated adoration

Soon it burned into devotion

Like initials on an oak tree

Or the gold smelted into rings

Worn in passionate symmetry

Without a cure

My love is without

Without a cure

Your love is without

Decades of yearning discovery

In the warm sun or cold satellite

Even with occasional absence

Our flame still shines bright

Enjoying the nights by candlelight

And feasting on noonday pure

Thrilled the sickness of our love

Came without a cure

Without a cure

My love is without

Without a cure

Your love is without

Without a cure

Our love is without

Without a cure

Our love is – without a cure

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"How beautiful you are, my darling! Oh, how beautiful! Your eye are doves."

- Song of Songs 1:15

"Like a lily among thorns is my darling among the young women."

- Song of Songs 2:2