Love’s come of age

You pondered the dimensions

Of his myriad intentions,

His relentless insistence

To erode your resistance,

It was Love’s masquerade,

In Lust’s big parade;

You danced while he played

A true lover’s charade.

Now the day has gone black

Your love has gone slack.

Your heart must decide

Where it will always reside:

Shall you stay at the ball

Past your night’s fall?

Or will you go home?

With love or alone?

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