The minstrel’s Song;
The Bard bares his soul.

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Temptation.
Oh, Temptation,
you occupy my all.

Temptation.
Oh, Temptation,
you make me fall.

Heart.
Oh, heart,
what does it seem?

Heart.
Oh, heart,
but was it a dream?

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Sweet divine, love.
I see what’s above.
Above me is love.
I see you. I see me.

Sweetness, oh my,
why do I cry?
Sweetness, oh my,
I love you. You love me.

If it was only
for a minute
then I am satisfied
to have known
you then
and there.

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Curse this terrible affair.
Why does my heart decide
on things
I cannot have?

Now, my brain is in on it too.

It’s a grand conspiracy!
Fantastic travesty.
No! No! Why can I…
Not have friends..?

It is a grand conspiracy!
My eyes betray me,
constantly.
Always.
Oh and it does,
often
speak for my mouth.

THE GAZE

Which protrudes, all on its own.
Always.

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Will you never speak to me again?
Though, I had become your friend.
Time and again.

Her love.
Her love.
Sweet dove.

Oh sweet Sorrow,
bring me tomorrow.
So, that I may,
wash this dreadful affair away.

This feeling of being utterly… Depressed.

Terrible!
I’ve really stumbled
into it
this time.

Do you realize?
The energy
you gave me
like wine?

Love-drunk joy then SICK!

Lovely lady,
Someday maybe.

Oh how you get to do what you do and I cannot do that.

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