Leaves an unkind mark,
Though' he who casts it,
For all the world,
Be filled with good intent;
Nevertheless
It leads down to Hell
Where demons tempt and torment
Those unwary souls
Backslidden in their resolves,
Weak in the affirmations,
Undone by their own vanities.
What has love to do with anything
When it produces no fruit?
It is either tasteless
Or the taste of it is bitter
On the mind
And on the soul.
Such love,
Tho' well wished,
When it is received
Leads to self abuse.
~M~
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