I had thy love and lost it once
I was such a fool.
I have to say in whining poetry
that over, it is not for me.
See, your burning desire and angelic charm,
attracts the loves once passed.
Pain and hurt that's never needed or deserved,
yet my worries form from situations past observed.
Men so sly and lies seem true,
easily fall into a trap could you,
because a man with no morals causes nothing but pain,
uses others, their pleasure, only their gain.
Now your glass heart his words can shatter,
any route you take, it will never matter.
'Cause I'm always here for thee.
My beautiful little Olive Tree.
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Local Kelevra
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