The Lord blessed you with such beauty
That each man would turn his head.
I did.
You left me standing alone.
How many of these men love you
For your smile, your personality?
I see through them...
They love popularity, flesh
And will never love you as I once did.
Pity you chose the many that lust
And not the one soul who loved.
What would be your sex will be my demise,
For look in the mirror ten years from now
And you shall despise what you see.
Then, you will hear of me
And grovel over what could have been...
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