Given the chance
I should turn and run
Rather I linger
Stupefied
Something in your eyes
Something in my soul
Interminable struggle
Heed the counsel of reason or
Trust the misunderstood
Feelings that offer no mercy
To my fledgling heart….
The scarcity of your endearment
Resounds in disparaging tones
Stand you worthy of my lament?
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