You thought I was a fool
Too quick to love
Seeing love, as a sacred virtue
But it took one to know one
For it was people,
That I treat as sacred
Not the emotion of love itself,
Unlike you
Once I was an accessory
Twice, a punching bag
Three times I've been there, when it was all too convenient,
And four times, I've told you, I love you
For I saw a woman behind the emotions
All emotions complex, and love
For maybe it was a fallacy
Then maybe you were right,
Maybe infact I actually was,
Or maybe even I currently am,
A flaming, fuming, fool.
BS
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