'I'll be all yours,'
And wrests out of my fist,
A lonely existence,
Promises forever the shady grove,
Of her long tresses,
Leaves an awkward grin,
A momentous momentary digression,
My feet feel the ground,
Quite as hard,
As I left it a sadder moment ago,
Like my arrogant abstinence,
From all the endearing warmth,
Except the flaming mid day Sun,
That drinks from me my sanity,
With a hollow reed,
Painted on with cowardice,
Finished with flourishing drapes of fear,
Reminiscent of a cheesy glucose ad!
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