Harbinger of joy,
But prophet of sorrow,
Bringing a smile today,
Fleeting tomorrow.
Your approval,
I decided not to seek.
Our prospects together,
I called bleak.
But hope always lies,
At the bottom of Pandora's box.
And you managed to open,
A heart like Fort Knox.
But I know hope always lies,
Who I think, you will not be
Your approval if got, for naught,
When disrobes the fantasy. |
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