Knows not of what it speaks.
Not the romance of doves
Nor how a lonely heart creaks.
It could never inhale
The sweet scent of a woman's locks.
It will always fail
To notice a man's anxious ticking clock.
How dare it claim to possess
Reign over all romance,
When love could easily be confessed
In as little as a stolen glance.
Hold back on stanzas of love undying.
A poem claiming love is undoubtedly lying.
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