Wouldn't it be lovely,
if Love can be kind to me?
Let me not fall at Her feet,
worshipping Her beauty
Shall make me curse
and spat at an vision of affection
But, no Love shall not be kind!
Love will never mind
the tears I shed
my echoed cries
veiled under my
quiet voice
as I wait and wait
while pretty women
and handsome men
come together like
a marriage of pain for me.
Oh, wouldn't it be love-ly?
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