In my luck, I have faith no more
If victory does come, it would not, lucky be
I am not interested, in making friends with you
For I have loved her, and so have you
Who am I, to write you a poem
Who are you, that anyone write you a poem
A princess should not, an ordinary man love
Beggars see stars, they have no ceilings to watch
Another me, not one in haste
Of intense feelings, and liesurely days
Have written these poems, words from my heart
In rhythm unknown, to a calculated mind
Slowly but surely, in mud will i crumble
Slowly immersing, in deep waters will i dissolve
Slowly with intensity, will i rise among the flames
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