The Twinkle
He always said he loved the twinkle in her eye.
It was only just a tear.
By the time he said to her, "goodbye,"
He had consumed her heart with fear.
There's no other explanation.
You would nod, push, and shove
Her toleration.
She is no longer the innocent, fair dove.
She seems okay, but she's not the same.
Now, oh, how her emotions can stir.
There is nobody else to blame.
You loved the twinkle! How dare you take it away from her?
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