It all started when our instincts
began to merge into a confidable rapport
with no traits and source of bee stings
which we both tended to abhor
Then I might have made wrong turns
and that you had to sourly deal with
The pain was more than that of burns
but I was so blind while ravish’d
to another heart’s delight
With the old you I could dine
but with the the cold you there’s plight
and it is indeed my presence you decline
But it is the old you for which I crave
Lest I fall down deep to the grave
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