#6. Devotion
It's everyone trance that's merit the goal
It's something so low in price and yet
so valuable with mawkishness
It's appearance is only visual to those who accept its true actions
It's the rock of oath that can be remorsefully split
with the slightest thought of opposing commitments
It can save the trough of loneliness
It resembles a heaven like rose garth
Its lustful, dangerous integrates
Oh how I despise the idea of its luring appeal
If its to be as a weapon
It could be of most hysterically catastrophic
It's...
The culprit,
It's...
Love.