I typed your name, that hasn't changed,
but the name is not the thing you are;
you were beautiful when first we met,
now I only view you from afar.
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What's a chauvinist like you doing trying to write poetry?
When we look through the eyes of love, all we see is beauty. Once love has gone, our eyes can only see the physical decay and ugliness. A heart-wrenching poem telling of lost love.