I loved her,
But she was a hummingbird,
Flitting from tree to tree,
From flower to flower,
Seeking the nectar
Wherever she could find it.
Her tiny wings beat furiously
And incessantly.
She could fly backwards
If it suited her cause.
She left a trail of broken hearts,
But I loved her
And all I hoped was one day
She'd fly back to me.
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