Would I
This heart can be so disturbed, I know not
With the love of a pretty girl, a poet
It thinks of her every second and minute
All it breaths, is the love of that poet
It's quite a long that this heart is breathed of love
For in it mind - fluff is love:
No time to love, but to face it way
Now, this breath of love is not a play
Yet, the poet gives a damn
As your proposer-is-condemn
But would I succumb?
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