Love

How unfair is love
If but a thunderstrike of attention
Could turn your head
From years of calm summer days
Or a thunderstorm
Receive more praise than clement fields
Or hurricane pull you from your vows
When one fingertip could push you away from hands upon hands upon hands holding you up
How unfair is love

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