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621. The Bitter End

The arrow pierced deep into my soul
Cupid seemed determined to cast his spell
Though once hardened against the need for emotion
For this moment in time into love I surely fell
I tired to fight but I succumbed to my emotions
No longer held captive my tears were free to flow
I started to smile as I had never admitted
On the wings of angels I floated as I did go
No problems prevented me from my daily mission
Happiness and joy were spread with unselfish glee
Nothing mattered but to be near my loved one
Life’s greatest pleasures made available for the likes of me
So like some Scrooge I’ve learned great meanings
Lust and love are never brethren of a friend
When enchanted by the wiles of a woman
Men will be yours forever until the bitter end


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