Quest

I know not why I live for love—
I only know I do.
One thousand loves
I could dream of
and only one that’s true.
That soul will die a thousand times
to prove its love to you;
what no other lie, no other love
in a thousand years would do.

To know true love for just one day
would prove my search worthwhile—
and I promise you that day
I’ll die wrapped in a smile.

Facing all we live in fear of—
that day sealed by The Kiss,
that day I die for all true love
and open the grave
to eternal bliss.

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