Your highness, forgive me for being so
frank,
I realized there was no use.
In the trap I sank
But it's only me, who I can accuse.
Among waves of frustration
I was the one to believe in good.
Sorry, I've always got inspiration
Because I am way too acute.
Lean your cheek, let me have it kissed.
I've dreamed of your eyes bring on me.
Anything else could I have ceased
But not the light you make me see.
Way too acute
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