And then came love-
Tripping on pretty feet
Dainty and soft; enticing
Beguiling, bewitching dance
Till hearts fell at her feet:
And her rhythm’s crescendos
Whirling wildly spinning
Out of control.
O! The fall
That brought down edifices,
Once proud heads
Now biting dust,
No more revered. No more courted,
Wedded to dead life.
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