He said he loved her
Like a burning building
Just as she decided
To leave his bed of clover.
She had felt it could be
Not just anyone
Who could look into her jasmine tea
And make the world take off,
But no light entered
His eucalyptus eyes
And they deserted
Her five-point gaze,
Causing a tangle of orange blossoms
In her honey-haired head
And more than enough fury
To drain her cup.
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