Woke up in the midst of gloom,
Solitary gorgeous beauty unlocked my narrow flume
Lightened up by the shades of crimson within,
Blinded once again by her compassion burnin’
Along with magnificence comes malice,
My life became a black abyss
In her indisputable labyrinth she built, my agony bloomed,
To her, blindly subsequent, I loomed.
Poisoned I was, by this potent exquisiteness,
My being, my soul she possess,
Before that night of resurrection,
That my conscience escaped her deception
Through struggle I removed this ruse, that I called love,
This is why I cannot write a poem about love
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