Rapt Agog, Bent
Agog, I in flutter, in love, first sight
Eyes all rapt, locked up, in fixed stare, glaring
Smitten by beauty, enraptured my plight,
Could not draw my eyes away, despairing
That this love adorning was forewarning
Of frustration, fraught with disappointment
Looming up inevitably, not meant.
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