You ask
Rid yourself of lovely?
Why the sugar plum fairy?
You say Drop the Fairy
Twinkles of a blurring eye
Let me have elven ears
but the perfect pitches of courtship
Evade the damsel when she just a girl
With too many spare nights
A recovering Romantic asks fellows
Can you really love me?
Without my representatives
Barely me
Full wonders of magic imperfection
You ask me for well-read drafts
of the spell-checkered truth
A new womb for desheltered lovely
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