Love’s thorny soul, why does this linger? Continuous, too long Etched from memory Sweetest worth be forgotten! I would render love helpless had I the ability. Love’s piercing soul, why so diligent? Wound, injury Born from his reluctant pursuit Never did he feel such a longing I would embrace the empty reality had I the capacity. Confounded soul, why are you so partial To void, to naught To this one forever forsaking my heart He wasn’t in love I would recoil and hate had I the intensity.
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