He doesn't value love
But love value him
He's too precious when you love,
But nothing in times of woe
The cause of foolishness and loneliness
In thy person's life; full of gladness
Blaming him is not worth-ed,
For in thy twisted mind you are bathed
Wishing him to stand still,
In thy happiness you don't want to spill
And he's selfish as you think,
But fair in everyone's blink
You can't incline its nature
for it was started since, and to the future
You can't hold back, you cant bring the past,
The truth is, you should act as being a just
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