Some things are simple
Easy the way they come
Flawless from the scratch
Spotless gentle a touch
Complex are thoughts
Weapon that annex the heart
Actual words at the right time
What I couldn't piece
Troubles my sleep
Only you and I can
Fix this puzzle
And everything back to normal
Just as envisaged
Thrift with the pain
Tough times with story book ending
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