What was that?
I sensed an amore
But nothing is seen as such
What is to adore?
Was that a beautiful ghost?
To deny and rebuke later
To jolt pieces once again-
-a lonely loved heart
Routine is broken
Never had the balance, they all ask for it
Never maintained a healthy heart
So, its prone to have a heart attack
Colder than winter ice,
Amore some more, though it is unrequited once or twice
Ready to pay all the price
Wish it will only treat you nice.
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