A love letter fell on wrong hands
Charms of a man were getting mocked
Sweet words like arrows blunted in the shame
Fate received the message through the rumor
No spark was ignited in that withered humor
Yet, love is still an armor
And an ocean to keep hope afloat
Spoiled secret vote,
Twisted like beaks of hooks
Aimed to catch a fat fish
Curses to the wind that blew it away from route
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