running your hand through my fuchsia hair, whispering to me,
"Happy Valentine's Day, my love."
The time had come; my love for you had died.
She came to us, wearing a lovely silken ribbon,
my love from past April had arrived.
I said goodbye for good, for I am in love with Alyssa.
I like the idea of someone's love being "too deep" and pushing the other person away--I know just what you mean.
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