When I first found the "one"
my mother gave me some advice.
"Don't be caught up with those girls;
nice boys like you always pay the price."
I soon found out love is a transient thing,
ebbing, flowing, and vanishing by spring.
But when I found you, I came apart at the seams.
I was mesmerized by a whimsical summer dream.
However, my trance didn't last long;
it was broken when I overheard you singing a new song.
Now my heart is torn and full of splinters,
I'm all alone in the dead of winter.
I wrote you a poem, a sonnet, a ballad that you'll never hear,
hoping maybe just one line will catch your ear.
But my attempts were scattered by the winds of fall.
You never heard anything I said at all.
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