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The Dead Poet
The claim of my heart is more justified than his
For I loved you first and I love you more
Alas, Justice and heats refuse to reconcile
If only Love’s blindfold was removed
The true Romeo would emerge as he who loved you first
He who will love you last
All I ask of you, fair maid, is one chance to be your Gatsby
For your are the one thing I want most
But the one thing I dare not hope for
Some say it’s better to move on
“Go find some other Helen to rescue”
But I know that my heart holds me a captive
And no sword of jealousy forged on Envy’s anvil is sharp enough to cut my bonds
Yet how sweet this prison could be if you returned but a fraction of my love
If you were a prisoner with me my prison would be a castle
Love’s bonds are more binding than any oath
Too bad this is a promise I didn't ask to make
A promise I couldn't help but make
For you I’d defeat any Goliath
Endure any wound and climb any mountain
Just to find you the last ray of sunshine that could brighten your day
And so for you I walk this endless road to Calvary
I’ll bury my emotion in this grave so you’ll never know how I feel
Because if I reveal this triangle you’d be caught in the middle
So this is my surrender
my brother has won
For my Aphrodite I must kill myself when I kill this love
I now take my place among lovers lost… and poets dead.

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