It's not you only,
Who is blessed,
With the ability,
To cry when sad.
It hurts a lot,
While you act like Eos,
Ignoring my simple thought,
Of seeing you once.
They say that ‘ignorance is bliss',
To me it's not, gift me with a magical kiss.
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