Love is a fragile thing
The brittle nature of its shell
A torture to its Care givers
I hold love by the lips, they shrink in
By the tail it pulled out
Cuddle it onto my bossom, it flew away
I'm lonely here
Weeping with no one
To wipe my tears.
I thought it was a dream
But I've woken up alone
To find love is gone
And I've missed
The fish as well as the water!
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