Don't ask me if I love you
cause you might not like the truth,
So I'll lie to you a little
and come off as just aloof.
Love is like a circle
two can't always make it round...
But I'll kindly meet you halfway
reaching out as love rebounds.
Don't speak to me of soul-matched tales
that endless love proudly prevails,
For Love not always a circle makes
a match not even good will could shake,
And in a heart all truth forsakes,
as roundness of love's circle breaks.
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