Something about... love
Those make no sense.
It's silly heart dance
Which leads to failed romance.
It doesn't make us happy,
But brings much pain.
People are often ready
To sacrifice for it in vain.
I don't believe in its pleasure:
I consider it makes me dull.
I don't find it's treasure:
It makes many people gull.
Love - a trifle which breaks our rest.
It is only time's test.
It is only body's voice.
And only problem - choice.
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