I loved your beautiful face,
You are pretty and attractive,
Will you be my saving grace
Making me more sensitive.
I am down with being blue
Enduring not nicely scoring
My goal, as you sadly pursue
Misconceiving my nice saving.
I am a remedy not to ignore
As I can be a welcome relief
From you feeling sadly sore
From suffering my mad grief.
Am I a source of ambivalence
With my sad trials of tribulation;
Will you judge me with patience
Addressing our sad separation.
I was not my considerate -self
Wrapped up in some distress,
I was suffering mad ill-health -
Psychotically under sad duress.
But now I am perfectly well,
Not suffering being insane,
I was under a mad cursed spell -
Of which I was not to blame.
You were innocent of judgement,
And now I am wisely back on track
From my sad regrettable impairment
Of not wanting your sweet-self back.
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