Love (sickly sweet Shakespearian)

True love however fleeting

Can stop your heart a beating

Often delivered on perfumed paper written as a prose

Or hinted at with a simple single stemmed thorny red rose

It can be tender like a bird singing in your ear

Gentle like cupids arrow or as a deadly spear

Whichever may befall you?

There is nothing you can do

You cannot turn or ignore

The cunning sirens call anymore

It beguiles and bewilders it lingers on your mind

Leaving you speechless and so often blind

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