I wonder love fledged with opulence
Altruistic even during oppression
Whether love is for flamboyance
There’s still allegiance during altercation
Some practised it in thought that it is
Pragmatic
It is fully commodious cohesion
They never thought the sense in it is
Idealistic
It is fully thunderous obsession
Power of love is more susceptible
Whether in debacle or jollity it still ends
In jubilation music
What colored eyes could see was irreproachable
The lovers of the same plumage were
Imperviously monolithic
Like linear expansivity of cement enamored
The screen affection is empirical
In true eye it requires the warrior armored
The real affection can be maniacal
It is a fact in a lie,
I now wisely hie.
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