I thought you were an already passed phase,
But you found your chance where the passions are kept,
My jealousy stirred, you became my gaze,
Even in my mind, you, him, my heart leapt
I wasn’t sure I wanted you, but it pulls
Your laugh and smile have haunted through my heart,
The fire was dying, but the green doesn’t cool,
But love is a crafty dangerous art.
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