Both Sides of Love
I stare at your mythic eyes
That bear black onyx in disguise
And the long brocades you wear
That are just as mesmerizing as your hair
And your clear soft skin
Pigments perfectly mixed
Makes me always wonder how
My eyes aren’t playing tricks
You shine brighter than a fire;
The one that I admire
And more royal than a queen
I can say without a doubt
You are the greatest I have seen
But now the hair — no longer care
The eyes I now despise
The skin now but a thin
Flesh thrown in my kin
And the fires were all just liars
To call you queen now just obscene
I can say without a doubt
It’s you I wish I hadn’t seen
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