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The Reason
A man’s love rivals no other. In paradox its existence lies His love looms like a shadow Unobserved in an excess of dark words Each expression contrary to the feelings of his heart He fears refusal of his love more than anything His heart aches in desperate confusion He loves, but can not express His mind tries to cope by masking his feelings The truth can’t be revealed to her His soul yearns to give roses, sonnets and ballads to his muse Instead he hurls taunts, mocks and jeers His mind and heart in constant struggle She can never know his love. He hides, but a little part of his soul dies each time he harms his dear What a strange thing love can be
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