is but a mere shadow,
that dances in and out of dream

an overcoat for loneliness,
for more sinners thsn saints it seem

often mistaken for lust or envy,
other companions of the soul

that thrust upon us without warning,
from birth until the bell tolls

although love can be a joyful thing,
it also can be of sad

it can be what you've always wanted,
or wished you never had.

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