Pretty pretty sprouts not the nitty-gritty,
Much burnt in infatuation flame,
Darkness falls and glisten wings,
After time shall tell today's in shrewd shame.
The curtain draws close,
When spectacles play sweetest,
A foe of love the heart does pose,
Bleeding in hemorrhage, breathing listless.
If only her gaze will scale before the now,
If only truth will defend my Vows,
Love pangs will set reality down.
At times love seems like a seed sown,
When tendered right its stems grow,
When gardened wrong roots folds to sleep,
With harvest to nothing reap.
Other times love comes as a terrible liar;
It tells you light is getting nearer,
When night is blazing fairer.
It says the sun will sound later,
When dusk is blowing better,
Love can come as a terrible liar.
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