Love Sucks

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 I look her way,
she looks away.
I love her to death at her dismay.
She has so many men
Herding them like hens.
One that she loves,
though he flys away like a dove.
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Never a care.
Never a stare.
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With so many men how will she choose,
with them all, how will she lose.
At her finger tips she sends them to a craw,
and hurts me with a maul.
I search the crowds,
through the big mound.
I see her now.
With a glare to her eyes,
and a mock in her voice.
I walk away as being hooted.
She does not care,
for she has so many others to wear.