How come my love gone out the window?
I know the score, however feel dejected.
My soul is jailed, lacking in straight low.
A lethal dose of woe into my veins injected.
Lying in a long wait for the utter rapture,
My smeared heart went to sleep it off.
I get another sneaking look into the future.
Beats me how to avoid the same silly goof.
I'm sure I don't have no ace up my sleeve:
I'm open for a new love that might heal.
Over the former loss I'm not gonna grieve.
All I'll need is to hold in reserve the ardent zeal.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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