You looked at me,
I looked at you,
I asked and you said yes.
But then I blinked,
And then your word,
You took back,
Scared is my heart.
When I asked,
I asked true.
You drew me in,
And sprung the poison of the rose's thorn.
Hurt I am, but falter I will not.
Your heart I do seek.
Your heart I will find.
Your heart I must have.
 
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