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Juliet's Competition

I can fly off a roof
that crumbles with age
With a ledge that’s so ancient
it could be the original stage
of the greatest love story
ever written
Or so say the unimaginative
and unoriginally smitten

So every bloom pales in comparison
to the crimson of her lips
Well there is not a man unaffected
by the simple swaying of your hips
A rose may have a crisis
of identity when held near
But though roses may be fickle
I am faithful, have no fear

But I suppose my proclamations
of how much and strong my love
can not mend the brokenhearted wings
that soared so fast and far above
But if someway, somehow
you accept my ardent advances
I assure you I will not need
any second chances

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