Is love a compromise or dedication?
Tell me how it really is if you DO know…
Say without a drop of hesitation,
Be brave and tell at once of how YOU chose.
My main weakness is my noble heart,
For when I’m honest, then there is no measure.
It seems it does no good, but scars, apart
From getting wise and bold bring me no pleasure.
Oh, wish it was true boldness to be free
And capable of daring thoughts and deeds,
Indifferent, incapable of pity
To see and tolerate deceiving whims of weak.
Of desperate decisions I do know
I’ve seen and tried so many thoughts of mine
I tested my approaches, swift and slow
No matter how I wanted to reside…
Oh, frenemy of mine I will at last mature
And hope that for some time I yet will last
My best, naive, my only certain cure
Against the hope will faithfully treat us…
Is love a compromise or dedication?
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