I have forsaken myself
In search of you.
And to oppose this feeling what can I possibly do?
For Love is truly blind.
It sees no fault in us,
One which is truly kind
and Perhaps treacherous
Loyal to a fault
The art of an enchantment
For what you say,
So shall I obey
and end whatever may stand in your way.
A monster of your own affections
lurking in the shadows of your imperfections.
Maybe if there was a different way to compromise with your unknown demise,
I would gladly improvise.
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My Love for Thee
PoetryEscaping the past in search for a better future and ends up hopelessly in love with nature, it's Beauty and Persona...
