Uncaring is the selfish,
For with its sadness and hostility,
And being alone its sole wish,
Destroys the lover's incredible ability:
A power very soft and swish,
Bearing the greatest utility,
Of being able to banish
The lack of acceptability,
A power begging just for start,
To make solitude untrue,
For it won't set two apart,
But make one, out of two
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