Love sick

I caught it from a girl I knew;
her hair was gold; her eyes were blue,
they sparkled when she looked at me,
when we shared cries of ecstasy.

And then one day she'd had enough:
she told me so, said life is tough
and looked at me with cold blue eyes
and tossed her hair and mocked my cries.

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