Oh love… how tender you appear

With the fairest of guises

You set a hero upon a fools pedestal

A king upon a broken throne

A lonely man to walk a crowded street

A whore to kiss a prophet’s feet

Yet still we pursue 

That which we can never truly keep

For love is the cruelest master of all

Rejoicing in our every triumph

Commiserating our every fall

And even in the darkest hour

Love remains, a head above us all

© Julie Gray

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