What Is This Thing

Love? What is this thing
What is this thing I've never felt or knew,
Nor will I ever know.

Love? Is it something like snow
As it comes it goes away
Is it permanent or,
Is it temporary.

Some people say when their in love their safe.
As if they are in a sanctuary,
But love will never sanctify me,
Because I am too death defying.
I am like a flame on ice.
Love melts away as fast as a thief getting away on a busy night.

Love? You have done no good to me.
So I banish you into a dark abyss,
That is called my heart
And I lock you away with a key
I never want the world to see
What love really means to me.

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