Not He

Love, the blinding light of Cupid
Passions blight makes the wisest stupid
You, clever, strong headed woman
Think you know love for certain
How it pains me to keep doing this
I would give to show lovers bliss
Be the man you seek so desperate
You stubbornly ignore me, you forget
I am not! Nor are you her, for you say so
You cannot be pushing, clinging, let go
Your voice vibrates in your words
They echo in my daily life, not unheard
But, lady of mist, I am not he
Don’t expect this out of me

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