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He
Whose laugh shot thy heart in two;
whose eyes pierced thy soul through
once
twice
a million times and ever again
as if winded up by gazes of thine here and then,
and there and then and always until the very end.
doth three times the charm apply to thy love for his soul?
is't destined to work out after three times of tries to control't?
Control
preside
be in charge of your heart
until you're not, and
He,
whose eyes everso blue,
whose laugh everso true
is in charge
once again.
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Poetry for lovers
PoetryThis is just a short glimpse of how love can look and feel like. If you've ever been in love, are in love or search for love, dear reader, this is for you. <3
