Happiness garnished with sadness
I call that cuisine madness
They say love is blind
So he gave it alms
He wasn't charmed
It wasn't armed
But with blind eyes
It inflicted harm
Stealing happiness away
Yet again today,
tomorrow and everyday
He would give it alms
when he passes its way
Truly, love is blind!
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