The wind blows her scent,
Her silky brown hair, lush,
The devil dances in her eyes,
With a massive pitchfork,
Enticing and belligerent,
Yet you fall into darkness.

You obsess over her,
Infatuation avalanche,
Love and cherish her,
Complete futility.

You gaze in her direction,
She walks past everyday,
Grief ensues, eyes swollen,
Tears trickle down.

The heart warped and bent,
The needles prickled it,
The calm bleeding,
Sends you into a frenzy.

Flowers, roses, petals,
Dinner date and wine,
She flung the table on you,
As she left anyway.

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