Beauty of the curse

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She had warned him,
Warned him what will happen if he got too close.

But he was drunk on her love,
Was dizzy from her dazzling beauty.

He just wanted a single kiss,
A slight warmth of her lips on his.

He knew he shan't yearn for her,
He knew it wasn't any good.

But oh, what a sight she was.
How could anyone ever not want her.

And so, he did what was forbidden,
And so, bound himself to the forever curse.

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