Oh Love.
Why do you leave me in this disconsolate state?
Why must you turn your back on me in this way?
It’s clear that our flirtation has come to no fruition.
I was once smitten with your succulence.
But now you are insipid to the tongue.
Oh Love.
I entreat you! Enchant my heart.
For once, let someone look upon me with reverence!
I rendered constant exertion to earn you, but my efforts fall on deaf ears.
For years I have prepared for your arrival with fervor.
And yet your existence remains a façade.
Oh Love.
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