From a single carnation
to the lily of the valley
every floret remained
dull in her shine.
They knew the rule of love
they still loved the chase,
for every ounce of his care
was her billion trinket.
His allurance,
Her enticement,
which halfwit said they
ever stood a chance.
Once the love is bound by faith,
The inevitable shall forsee itself.
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