her heart was poetry  
but his muse had left him cold  
   blank sheet of paper

clear skies disappeared  
as the dark rain clouds rolled in  
   crow seeks clarity

i painted your lips  
but I could not draw it right  
   there is no birdsong

he exited home  
which became a house of tears  
   she built a high dam

you don’t believe me  
i declared my heart is yours  
   captcha proves my love

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