Her doe-like eyes swell with bewilderment.
How one so dear can betray?
Heart in hand, what a generous giver –
But to give is not always better.
In a world full of conceited souls,
selfless sacrifice leaves one lonely.
A lesson is learned, her pure heart blackens.
Sadly so, she walks alone.
And love wholly again, she shall not.
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Yes! Jennifer, we all say that, but if we have any sense, we don't ignore love when it comes along. I feel for you. Much better to get it out than be a Dummy for sure. 10 from Tai