Tammy Darby


Let not love be your master

For your poor gentle heart will break
Prayers are to no avail or antidote
As love, your soul without mercy will take

Let not love to be your master
For it is to sacrifice without question or demand
Shun its malignant invitation
Decline the touch of its sinister hands

Let not love to be your master
Or your world never again will you find
All-consuming
In reality, existing no more
A lost spirit left wandering throughout time

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