Fought, made up,
Looked away,
Stole a gaze.
Loved, laboured,
And lost again,
Was that a poetry,
Was that a poetry,
Or, just a maze?
But came a spring
And blew a breeze
And blew a breeze
On the cactus - even came a bee,
Who won, which war -
Who cares, who lost!
In love, they were... entwined yet free!
well written!
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