You said we had a love like no other,
Yet entitled as the first one to sell me out.
To life dangers we never came across.
Aspects to or for,
Yet it inconveniently happened.
You said we were merged to one,
A heart that beats for two.
Yet how can a heart of a lover,
Turn so cold?
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PoetryNoun (n) - A quality that includes the essential human virtues; compassion and humanity.
