Altered at the altar, found a heart wanting
Let into a marriage of illusory minds, not
Ever admitting impediment. Where love
Ever shifting, alterations accepted, bent
Removed with its remover, plays pretend:
O yes! It never was a fixéd mark
That conjures tempests and quakes
At its thought, north star to questers
Whose value betrays its measure.
This love fools time with pallid lips
And pinched cheeks that bleed freely
It alters swifter than eyelashes bat
And bears no malice real or imagined
Unto its error’s end, cannot be proved
Writing ensues and love again, renewed.
where it alteration found
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