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Your voice was the secrets known only by the dead,
Your eyes were the blue that painted the skies.
On the outside you were golden-plated and fine,
But your heart was darker than a murderer’s lies.
Your hair was a silky gossimer web,
Yet your friends’ became the flies.
Your tears were pear-shaped and perfect,
Making fools out of the wise.
Your lips were two dainty rose petals, simply disguising three cruel words,
I,
Love,
you.
She founded the end with an arrow,
Tell me, was this love true?
Your eyes were the blue that painted the skies.
On the outside you were golden-plated and fine,
But your heart was darker than a murderer’s lies.
Your hair was a silky gossimer web,
Yet your friends’ became the flies.
Your tears were pear-shaped and perfect,
Making fools out of the wise.
Your lips were two dainty rose petals, simply disguising three cruel words,
I,
Love,
you.
She founded the end with an arrow,
Tell me, was this love true?