Your love is nowhere to be seen,
Effort after effort I’ve been making,
I have no idea who you are,
Your story untold, and
What kind of magic do you hold.The first time I met you,
I saw you,
I was blacked out,
I thought you were a Sundari,
from a movie, I was crazy about.
The last time I met you,
We were singing the same strains,
Same tunes we were breaking our hips to.The only thing I know about you,
That you’re Jane Austen,
And the only thing we have in common,
We’re both poetic.
I’m just a poeticule,
Your grace, I’m your secret aesthete.Your words work as an Australian summer,
That makes us lovers fall in love with,
Your story gives me the curiosity to clarify,
The mystery, the escape, and the inspiration to fly.Maybe you’re telling your stories of a love story,
Maybe you were blessed with love and glory,
Maybe you were heartbroken and chasing the sun,
Or it’s just an allegory.Hope you’re thankful for the memories you made,
It’s okay if we loved someone and the heart we shared,
Or maybe the love of the loved ones we once cared about.
Sometimes this might seem the edge but this is not the end.
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