Love it is not but a passing fancy,
Do consider your feelings with intelligence.
True to you and myself i'd rather be
And cast out the imagined affection.
Together we will be out of tune
I cant belong to you later or soon.
For we both differ like the sun & moon
Make pretense at love, a sordid boon.
When i meet my destined paramour
Who will be my knight in shinning armor
then we will see life through together
Even if tempest round us will gather.
You will soon meet one in whom you delight,
Then dissension and trouble will never be a plight.
and you surely will not let her out of sight.
for she'll be yours to protect with all your might.
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