Dear Reader: A poem written in the middle of the night when sleep was scarce.
Once there was a blue bear
Whose fur changed colours
Fell into deep though of another
Hung portrait of her lover
In every wall of her gigantic mansion
He never returned her letters
Crunched at the door
Her fur turned blue
The next day a bear with soft glossy fur
Appeared like a reflection of the sun on the river
She burnt her gigantic mansion
To build another with carved statues of her lover
Alas he too never returned her letters
She crunched down in the garden
Her fur turning blue
Third day she witnessed a brave bear
fighting fiercely for honey
She tore down the statues
Composing sonnets for her lover
The most beautiful memoirs of those
Who never knew her longing to love and be loved
At dawn, he too never returned her letters
She laid down in the rain
Her fur soaking blue
Blended with the skies
Her rage gave rise to thunder
Tore off the letter
Took an oath
To never show care for another
In such a manner
Little did she know
Those in love never lose
There is someone out there
Who subtly thinks of you
Your ignorance shields both
From pain, regret and rejection
From love, hope and what could have been.
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