Love Bites.


Beyond illusion and fantasy,
Reality unveils colours indescribable,
You can almost feel its touch,
A whisper in the wind, a warmth that lingers.

Smile, and its joy lights the soul,
Radiating through the heart, pure as gold.
But frown, and like a two-edged sword,
The senses shift, sharp, and cold.

Love, a tender grace, yet fierce,
It caresses, then cuts deep,
A beauty that transcends and binds,
A force that awakens or lulls to sleep.

In its bite, we taste the truth,
Of pleasure, pain, and all we seek.
A paradox that makes us whole,
Love bites—its mark forever keeps.

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