Crimson is the color
Is the color sulk dazzling
I did stare for not long
The great facet lies hidden in the being
Wonder how it was
Once, thrice
To know the lovely critter
It was time i care
Indeed, naught soul ought hear
Of why
This being shies away
or is it I
who shrivels
from this quiet human affection
Do soul and mind drift?
I tell thee
knowing your pulchritude is of few cognizant
in this entrapment
Knowing not once shall thou notice me
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