In the Mind of One Who Loves

Lovely little lovers,
Minds all a blur,
Such sweet solitude,
Does he love her?
Extraordinarily exhausting excuses,
Trying not to be rude,
Terribly tyrannical tales,
It leaves your heart crude,
Wonderfully woeful woman,
She wants to believe,
Lovely little lovers,
Time for her to leave.

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