To confess it would only produce more distress,
the mess you started, in all its ugliness,
Do what's rational, leave it at best,
Love a little less, or a little more.

A choice undoubtedly intricate,
First option, to love less cause of lies, to fabricate,
The alternate, to still love, and to show you mean it,
To realize why she's the one you have love for.

Clearly, you chose the latter,
to maintain a love, all that matters,
to rain out poems, again to flatter,
to detain your heart, would only make it sore.

At first, love was only an expression,
Now it has made its preeminent impression,
It only left one thing from both, the confirmation,
Together they did, true love, down to the core.



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