Our love was once a buzzy talk,
Of loquacious tongues in town,
Thought of it as a colossal tale,
And endless bliss, our hearts are veiled.
But they knew not what's our real score,
For loving you left my heart sore,
Of your lunatic romance, I endure,
Reprimanded me of love with joy pure.
Pain has reached the Cimmerian Plateau,
This love of mine branded frivolous;
So, let this heart hibernate in oblivion,
May I forget this martyr doom...
And wake up for better romance soon.
©poet_drey
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