Where we once bound
When love we claimed to have found
What then is this heavy shackle
When all we did is drink from heavens pond

Did we indeed trade freedom for slavery
Did we to drunk gods sell our souls in a hurry
Does love come coated in a poisoned dart
Does it weaken the mind and make thoughts blurry

Must men love to live
Must our hearts seek that which does not breath
Merely a thought, yet a worry even to the brave
Must this quest color life short and brief

Here is a song unsung
Hear the warnings from the blooming thorn
Hearken not to beauty nor flesh
Hide I pray from love's fiery burn