FOR THE LOVE OF LOVE
If you ever feel you find
The hearth of the love I give,
The love we both mind,
Starved, cold, dying to live,
For the love of love, my dear,
Spent become not to spare.
Never be a slave for loving me.
My plea please, feel free to flee;
For I hate the picture wrought,
To see you grow pale and wilt.
But never you forget to remember
In that hearth I am the last ember!
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