For Her:
'...I went to my Beautiful Rose,
To tend her by night,
But my Rose turn'd away with coldness and guilt,
And her thorns were my only Delight..'
I strive for you in vain.
A Smile of love,
Becomes a Smile Of deceit.
For all eternity i have forgiven you,
Yet you forsake me, again and again..
My Beautiful One, I fear,
Is nothing...
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