Not knowing where it began or will end... br Times filled with tears br Times in your arms br Times I climb walls, even br fell in love with your br truths and lies. br I hurt, kisses br lessen not pains br br Is love a pleasant indulgence, or br A natural unlearned emotion? br Ovid why see love an art br these years, we know it’s not. br No teacher of love for women br Just victims of your art br Romantic to the core thy art. br loneliness and br frustration are our lot br br Wounded by cupid’s dart br Drip, drop, drop... br blood -tear-filled nights, I shiver. br Low burns fire in ripe age br but my ladle overflows with love. br br So, thrist no more my aried mouth.