I've oft' been known to be a fool,
To give away my heart,
Joyfully,
Unaware,
Without provocation,
Only to discover
The gift unwanted,
Rejected.
I persist.
I press the offering,
Until at last,
Realization strikes me,
And I withdraw
Wounded into the night.
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