What misdirection set this arrow upon me,
Whose venomous poison does not inflict she,
Whom I pursue under this cherubed spell.
And my own tongue being unable to tell.
True love never blessing both at one time,
Forcing me to entreat and my love to decline.
Oh winged devils I beg you reverse this cast
That grasps my chest calling moments last.
Not love at first sight, rather built over time,
Whose feeling and power not captured in rhyme.
It shackles my heart and forces tears shed.
Tonight I pray this love answered or dead.
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