To love a poet

Once I felt love for a poet,
And my life had not been quiet;
Everyday she sent a love note.
But when she lies, I hardly know.
Just recently I felt the blow,
In all those love poems that she wrote.
Vowing love till eternity,
But love itself is vanity.
“I hate You!”: Her last poem in quote.


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