You held her hand under drizzling skies
A boy of modern chivalry, with a heart to lie
You found her a little too devotional for your attention
but nevertheless the lust you excercised with volition
screamed of fantasy, the kind you could verily deny
and when she left, your myrmidon, she didn't even say goodbye.
when you find yourself on adimiration road, full of desolation
remember there's still glory in love's extradition
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