It is often proclaimed that
The heart wants what it wants
Though I cannot fathom a guess
As to why
This heart of mine desires you
I once thought you were Heaven sent
Granted that
My prayers were never aimed at
Loving you
Yet love you
I do
I know not how to proceed
Blindsided by this
Vehemence
I am forced to feel
My way
Past the dark
Disregard you offer
In exchange for
My foolhardy display
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