So hasty has the passionate man been,
That he took all his passions and turned them
into a medley of words; hoping, by this bold move
to pierce the icy exterior and reach the rubicund orb.
But little did he know, so blinded by passion and a love
for lyricism, that not all are lovers of the same things.
And thus, his medley, though thoughtful in ways,
did nothing to vanquish the yawning distance,
nor anything to soothe the undying passion.


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