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Seven led a life of sin His life completely lack of tact His day was stocked with Sloth   He never lifted a finger He would gaze upon himself Finding all perfections in his Vanity Gaping at his own capital, yet touching it none Such Greed  knew no bounds Yet his Envy reached beyond To the wealth of those afar Causing his Wrath to be unrivaled The only solution to such his outrage, Was his unbridled Lust Never stifled Never extinguished Never repressed He lay back, to revel in his Gluttony For of his many traits, this was his favorite

They tell of me as heartless and I ask this. Why do we love? In the eyes of a child love is foolish. In the eyes of a mother love is blind. In the eyes of a woman love is to be valued. In the eyes of a man love is to be prized. For many years I had no eyes for love. My heart was young and blind. My feelings buried in the confines of my fears. But now the proud walls shatter 'for my eyes. And I am left unguarded. I have long feared and hungered for love. Fearing the sweet treachery of closeness While longing for the preciousness of touch. I was hidden, veiled, now naked And in my heart I feel to much. For I am not ready yet for