Heed my tongue, all ye that be sick of love.
Let me tell a tale,
A tale of the unkind Lady.
Her beauty so delightful, so enchanting, so devastating.
She is the sweetest dream, yet the harshest reality.
She will capture your heart, your every yearn -
And deliver them to the absolute nothingness;
That will ever remain.
Though happy ye might seem (at first),
Content in all ye have, euphorically yielding -
Only to loose oneself in the void.
The void of her, ravaging the quiet place.
Martyrdom succumbs to inanity,
As a simpleton shall ye be known if ye dare,
Dare to love her.
Be warned my fellow martyrs,
Do not fall under her spell,
Back and fro shall ye be tossed,
Between the land of the living and the dead.
All the while her memory: ever haunting, ever suffocating.
Hide thine heart, hide thine peace -
For nirvana, sometimes, be timeous to grasp.
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Bell:
Good advice. Beauty and/or good looks mean less than nothing. Character, trustworthyness and, to a much lesser extent, personality count for so much more.
A reading from the Holy Bible, included in this most recent liturgical year, gave men some good advice on this topic. Doubtful many will heed it.
Good job.
Happy trails,
Ed Bradley.
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Thank you very much.
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Intense wording so true.Beauty is only skin deep.I call these kind of women Black Widows.
girlish
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LOL, so true. Thanks.
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