You may find a million reasons to abolish the thought,
May be a thousand more to discard what my love would have taught,
You may descry away from my ardor’s overwhelming brim,
Or scuttle your heart in a old tarnished tin.
You can chose whatsoever but at the end,
That one rationale that makes your mind bend,
Would make you ask yearningly why,
You would smile but something within you cry,
And the penitence you exhibit in every deed,
The hollowness would engulfs you in each one of your need.
That one trivial reason,
Would make you sway,
Before you would realize,
It would make you stay.
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