Alas,Let Me Choose My Poison!
-- To love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer still, this world of pain, where hearts are prone to break. But in the choice of torment, I'd rather discover The sweet agony of love, for its own sake. I met a lady, with beauty so divine, Her smile could light up the darkest night. Her eyes, like stars, in the vast sky they shine, Her hair, a cascade of pure delight. Her voice, a melody that soothes and ignites, A song that lingers, haunting yet serene. Her touch could mend even the coldest of nights, A warmth that feels both sacred and unseen. Her form, a masterpiece, with curves so fine, Her breasts, like hills, so lush and full of grace. In her presence, all other thoughts resign, For she is the poison I choose to embrace. In this dance of suffering, let love be my choice, For in her arms, I find my heart's own voice. ---