To take love shared, it must be hewn,
Carved from the inner stone,
When it breaks the cage, it's heart strewn,
Picking the pieces from upon the ground.
Love does not come softly, it rips and roars,
It comes bellowing down the soul into the innermost,
We lock it away, making it tame, unknown,
It breathes and bellows, a powerful host.
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