The complicated task that yet abounds:
To fix with love each and all the parts,
And to excuse from it what break our hearts,
That, for reasons we seem less than able
To put in words, much less to label.
But here, for you I will attempt a try,
(I know in front that I will come up shy)
At sounding out the object of my love,
And how I've come to dispossess thereof
The creeps and thieves that pleasure with them take.
Reversing that which caused my heart to break!
Dare they say that for this I am a fool?
No! We are but the exception to the rule!
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