Sorrow decrees a parting of ways
Extended apologies remain sincere
No prose will garner any praise
Her eyes avert, we both adhere
Though never possessed, a forfeited friend
Platonic ideals fall remorsefully short
An ocean of blue I long to suspend
Devotion negates a willing support
Eyelids swell but cease to broach
One set of tears declares no right
For if it proves my lone approach
Sentiment’s mine however contrite
So blandishments linger as sullenness creeps
Aspersions cast over a watchful eye
Limerence stifles but regardlessly seeps
With metta I grace a solemn goodbye
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