The Heart wants what it wants
She is awkward with love talk
I dare say she is a spoilsport
Her words are piercing daggers
Slashing stabbing at my members
The heart doth want what it wants
A burning feeling such that haunts
A malaise of being in Love
Torture that I bid not stop
The tragedy is not being loved in turn
The beauty of your letters means naught
If tender love is not returned
Who to blame, the heart wants what it wants….
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