Mollify

I thought it was the fools who fall in love Those who risk it all, just to fall too hard Or that it was the writers who write of The human fault of a vulnerable heart But maybe it's the truth we all flee from Just to feel alone beside those we know Maybe it is the drug we try to shun But crave in the night, when our soul's alone Is it maybe God, who lets out their hand To remind lovers moments once granted? Is it maybe that, to help lovers stand Once they've slept alone, to stay enchanted? Maybe it is God, oh, is it divine? The retrogrades of the heart, how sublime