From her to she
Reflection of a jarred heart
A story untold but must be told
A reflection of uncombed surface beneath the hat
Who says love is not a fairy tale
The fairly taler seeking for romantic tit for tat
I guess, the sojourn of a bat
Her beauty, she says I must behold
Her sway, a story not foretold
Her smile, structured in scaffold
On this ship, love, I did sail
Even in uncharted but not uncalm waters
Seemingly this train cannot derail
But in twinkles the ship went into tatters
And the love flew with feathers
And the stories go on……
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