Above love, you despaired, as shadows loomed,
Under love, you cared, where hearts were groomed.
Over love, you suffered, as the heavens wept,
On love, you shuddered, in silence kept.
In love, you prospered, with joy and grace,
Choose the edge you preferred, and find thy place.
Yet in the deep, where tender hearts may bleed,
Love is the root from which all souls proceed.
In choosing light or dark, do not forget,
The path you walk in love shall thee beset.
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