The Onion and its poison
I have been told in famous verse
That love, that unheilding passion
Can be likened to a simple onion
Complex in it's many layers
From crusty skin that peels
Into a silky smooth interior,
How each step in the careful dance
That two lover are wont to try
Peels just a little more away
Until, upon the final step
When arms are twinned
And heart irrevocably linked
They reach the root of all their pains
A heart buried deep beneath,
But all I find on facing that same onion
Are tears that do not cease,
Lovers, both rough and gentle
Do not take the time to seek
Through every complex move,
Instead, headstrong, confident
In their own unfailing thought
Cut deep into the heart,
And covered as they are from then
In a film of thick clear liquid
That slowly turns to poison
Every love they come across
Spreading the tears like a virus
That can't be stopped, all because
On lone fool told them love,
Passionate, deep caring love,
Was like the onions they had butchered
Until nothing was left but the broken hearts
And the never-ending tears...
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