O, morning zephyr
Do listen a soliloquy
Accruing from my heart
Tell that beautiful queen
To wrap smithereens
Of my lugubrious broken heart
In a torn shroud,
May be she sees
On the smithereens
A madrigal, so luculent
Composed for her then
When spring
Was in its rustling shade
And the apple blossoms
Filled the air
When we jovially
Lived eternally united
And Then she jostled
Me to a maelstrom
Her libertinage thoughts
The cause of this
She abettered me
To abrogate this
But how can I?
I adore her
But now all is
An incenerated story...
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