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.
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Author:
winter vale (
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- Category: Love
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