Fragrant Fragments
I broke my heart,
Into many
Different fragments
Each with its own fragrance:
Pick the one that suits you.
He loses the battle of love;
Who quits fighting for it,
When he has won a heart.
Going back to high school
When letters were slow
Processors of emotions:
When you sat, my love,
Before a teachers' tribunal,
The whole staff room
Perusing your hearty letters;
Confiscated the night last;
As you stole study time to sort them out;
You only told me this year,
The pain you suffered for our love.
Guess you blushed
Under that honey skin.
It is a love we have known;
Others only see it in the movies.
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