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winter vale

A melody that sings of her countenance fair,

Elicits memories that time can't impair,

Yet her mistrust of my love and devotion,

Deems it mere, transient emotion.


Her perplexity, a poignant twinge,

Imbues my heart with love's recurring hinge,

For though she may lack clear sight,

My love for her shall remain aright.

  • Author: winter vale (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 20th, 2023 05:09
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 9

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