What's wrong with those who dodge blind Cupid's aim?
Could it be fear that drives them from life's light,
of being burned by love's consuming flame,
and shedding tears when love has taken flight?
Why do they fear their soul's one source of food:
to know another's heart inside and out,
and have their own heart bared and freely viewed
by one whose love they cannot do without.
Their hearts are safe from pain but have no spark
of joy that makes the safety worth the cost.
They die alone, neglected in the dark;
the joy they could have been to you is lost.
It's not the pain of loss that murders hearts,
but fear of it before love even starts.
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