In a letter I wrote
Words of doubt and fear,
The cursed ink smeared,
‘To hell with you’, I quote
A frustrated lover.
A fresh parchment smiled
As I thought of words,
‘For you, I will fight the world’,
Only if this damned quill worked
In the hands of a frustrated lover.
Your eyes are my light,
Life looks oh-so bright,
‘My love, you’re… Fire! fire!’,
Candle burnt the parchment and the desire
Of a frustrated lover.
Let me see what stops me now
My dear, I take a vow,
‘I will finish writing this letter…
After a power nap’, dear-O-dear,
Said a frustrated lover.
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