Her love is afflicted, for him she became weak
As his eyes no longer see her spirit
A growing disturbance in her fractured soul
Robust and potent withdrawal, like an addict
Flutters when her eyes meet his, breath-taking
Defiantly I adore him, against her own advice
The cagey intuition of her desires, fierce and intense
She yells to the heavens, telling Him of her pain
She tosses questions, inquiries into the skies above
‘Why doesn’t he see me?”, she pleads.
‘Why doesn’t he feel me?’, she begs.
The door to her heart slammed shut, barred
Like the clashing of metal and brick, a cell
He shall not pass, her guard rose up
This love is forsaken, by fault of her own
She was an apprentice in matters of the heart.
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