Such limpid love as graces your heart comes once in a blue moon
Sometimes spurned, sometimes welcome
In scenes and circumstances teeming with joy in an afternoon
When reflecting upon your unwise action and reaction at home
You rue the mad blood that flooded your head
Dismissing love as though on you it felt like the plague
You could shove beneath your boisterous bed
Cos the swag of this love in your mind felt vague
Until in anger the jilted love left
To hide its hurt pride for good
In a hermetic cleft from which no theft
Could persuade the love to accept the fickle food
You offered the love upon realizing you hurt it so bad
Wondering why such drastic action you had to take
To make an innocent love so sad
It cried, cried, cried because the love concluded you'd made a monumental mistake.
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