Such was fate, a tempestuous passage
When you were the moonlight, my dawning sun
A Southern belle wrestling against reason
To taste freedom in an era of rage.
Yet I sought you, enmeshed in feisty strains
Bound helpless by our alluring charade,
Till lightened hours began to slowly fade
As my heart lost ardor from your disdain.
While I vainly tried to grapple with such will
How cunning were your schemes, an angel of spite
Raking my honour with lies; in hindsight
An offensive trail of wet mud downhill.
Empty this crevice wallowing inside,
All my sweetest desires have gone astray
Damn it, I loved you in a cherished way
Then again, you were born to feast on pride.
Frankly, My Dear, I Don't Give A Damn Contest
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