Ah.. Love.
Through you, many have died.
In you, many have lived. then died.
Welcome, ye weary traveller to the Door of Love.
Painted a passionate and fiery red,
Its door knobs are, what else, heart shaped.
Upon entry, you will find yourself in a corridor. of doors.
Be warned, traveller, what lurks behind each door.
For love has many exits, many emotions it can cause.
Do take a peek at amongst other doors,
The fountain of Peace or the bubbly springs of Joy
But risketh not your life behind those of evil intentions
The fire of Rage, the tentacles of Jealousy
Watch out for the dominance of Possession.
Let not Lust seduce you, nor Hatred blind you
Instead, let Humilty be opened and
Trust envelope you.
The end of the corridor draws near.
Yet, let not fear go before you
For the door of death is yet, part of love.
and death, in this case, is both happy. and sad.
Till Love do us part.
