She murmurs , scorns , loves , hates ,
Inconsistent , wild and misplaced .
She wants to possess , feels jealousy ,
A cowardice , but feigns heroic .
A sycophantic mania , but a good lady indeed ,
Perhaps before time , a society -face -dating
Clot, cloyed ,coiled ,-coloring clone, yellow -vitality ,
Voyaged by clowns ,self-urged promiscuity ,-her reality .
A psychiatry professor , requested my opinion on the case -study ,
I told , she is a June-rose within , but without a bog stirred volatile .
But yet why do you love her beyond any price ?
The answer ,-”With her I fall , and with her I rise’
The wise doctor nodded his head ,
love is love , it has no hate .
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