A Second Tribute to Fate

How Cupid mocks me with his arrows of love,
From his secluded place high above.
Thou art always laughing at me,
How truly I do hate thee
Who sets my eyes upon this glorious dove.

All my heart says �go�
But my mind and reason say �no�
When I receive signs from heaven
In numbers that of seven
A day to her my love should show.

My love is and always will be,
As far in my future as I can see,
Struggling always in vain
As her beauty causes me much pain
And her eyes never set me free.

Her lips do linger, on and on,
A thousand years after they have gone.
And the touch of her skin
Dances forever within;
A reminder I�ll always be alone.
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