The wisdom I have ascertained
-pertaining to, but not entirely-
The hues of lovers' blues, conclude
And comprise my living diary
Where you and I struck the tune
Oh, the subtle irony [as fate turned]
To deal me a hand of chance and romance
Although, the heart never learned to
Cope, without hope; we are, but few
Of many, lost, and by far [and apart]
Scarred, now, of taupe, then tossed
Or scattered; a mark of the matter was
Important, but hard: because...now,
You know who you are


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