He was Don Juan, the prince Charming,
Our days together were filled with tenderness and yearning;
This tale of an archaic epic,
Ended because of irresolute conceit.
Many days later, him, i did face,
I felt no emotion, not even a trace.
All these years, hadn't i known,
that my heart has turned to stone?
Can love ever again percolate,
this barrier of contempt and hate??
hey... awesome! luv this poem buddy... was it inspired by you kno who?
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