Laborious Love
Is this what you call a labored love,
When I love you, yet question our strength,
It seems I'm plagued by another,
Who I'll call my lover,
Although with him I've never been,
A corrupt fate, an outright tragedy,
Is a heart with not one love, but two,
How shall I share but a part,
Of my beating heart,
And what of this me and you
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