Mon amour, thy word
Mon amour, you make,
Restless; my heart,
Such things, it's heard,
Yet, what keeps me going...
Mon amour, thy word
Disguised as fine,
The Concealed jealousy,
Often seems absurd..
Yet, what keeps me going,
Mon amour, thy word
Servile ; i stayed
Waiting for you,
as the memories blurred,
Yet, what kept me going,
Mon amour, thy word
Been too fragile,
Hurt my feelings...
just as...
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