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Love

Love

The zero in a tennis match,
the singer who married Kurt Cobain,
a virus that we often catch
and people fall in, time again.

Of which, poets are devout,
the thing that many songs describe,
a feeling that can bring such pain;
is often dangled as a bribe.

Has driven many quite insane
yet rescued others, there's no doubt.
From the carnal version, monks refrain,
the spiritual, they chant about.

   But that which cannot be reviled,
   is the mother tending to her child.

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