There seems to be a gap in thought,
A missing portion of my mind,
Where romantic intention would be.
What wraith on me had life wrought,
That in such pathetic state I find,
Such a crucial piece missing from me.
And now I know you my sweet,
Enchanting to the very soul,
I’d do anything, I would.
But my very heart is effete,
I am far less than whole,
But I would love you if I could.
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