Am I hung up on a woman's love that is in the past?
Nay! It is fresh and icy
And intrigues my reverence.
A bold boundless face that draws out all my chivalry.
To see her is my grand design,
To cite a sentence from her ways.
O courage, teach me how not to withdraw
But to march on despite my beauty crumbling before hers.
K.Oni
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