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Love is almost always desired - a rhyming poem. |
| Life foreshadows tenderness We must also never guess. To destinies we will awaken Find ourselves entranced, forsaken. Expectations supercede What most connections fail to need. Opportunity will not knock And most don't revel in our shock. But cause exists to now employ The promise game, the stoic ploy. We offer rations, bother most, But every human now plays host. Simply strive for certainty And rival strength's proclivity. For every awful senses shame And certain warriors win the game. |