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She cried
But not in vain
From her tears
containing within
the body of adonis
Her prince of pain
And his collection
of marbles and perfection


magic
powerful enough to
cleanse her spirit
so her eyes may never again
succumb to the tragic
Prince  with groomed curls
and affinity for the lethargic.

Left was the haunting
scent of....Garlic


Thank you Gutsy
for your inspiring and delightful poem.

  Oh, how I love this poem my dear

  It talks to mye heart
  I recognise this perfection
  And I too , don't want it
  I swear
  Yet , it is the simple way
  Because I know
  he will not stay

 It's just better that way

oh prince so pale
what do you do
in my collection?

Collection...??
How many lovers do you have...? 

Did have, Aventura!

I have been faithfull to a path of serial-monogamy in my earthly life, and now is break-time!
Things are slightly different in the spiritual realm, though...