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You are the lonely twig to my dead leaf,
cuddled around each other forever,
until one day raised by the drifting breeze,
to perhaps be torn apart and severed,
until we're collected as part of a sheaf,
by strangers with warm hands, still together,
placed into a casket of ash and death,
our love set alight by matches and breath.

You are the plectrum to my guitar string,
caressing me softly or striking hard,
and though sometimes I'm the sad songs you sing,
you know you'll always be playing my heart,
we've been in concerts and pockets with rings
and pearls but our love never grew dark,
our hearts may be strong but this love is cursed,
forever worried about who'll snap first.

You are shadow to my pale sunlight,
you come out to see me every last day,
you help to cool those who find me too bright,
I know how you bask in my longing gaze,
and though we may be apart in cold night,
we both dream of each others playful ways,
despite this sweet love, we're both just dreamers,
always it seems there's someone between us.
Sad love stories. Ottava rima, three stanzas.
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