Not An Excuse
She said she would have loved me,
did she know where life was taking me.
But what is there to know?,
if not allow love to flow,
and avoid material flaws.
Love predicts no feature,
love knows no status,
love just happen,
well, that's if its there at all.
There is no excuse,
for not loving,
you just were not loving.
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