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Fin Amor
There was a flower flowing in her hair
Yellow and orange broke brown strands of silk
I drank in her colors; beauty so fair
Her draft was refreshing like ice-cold milk.
Her face was so bright; I needed no light.
Mine eyes told me, “To live is to see her.”
Compar’d to her, even the sun seem’d trite
And things look better than they ever were.
How glad I’d be if she would notice me
Happy if her eyes were to lock with mine.
Yet, sadly I doubt she will ever see
How much I could offer if she were mine
Unrequited love, easier to bear
Than rejection from my angel so fair.