From Isolde to Juliet
Think not of love my dear for it will lead
Without question to your own sweet demise
To love is grand, to be sure but instead
Consider the springtime blooming vibrant
About you. The flowers bursting forth from
The earth and the birds' sharp songs in the air.
Take all this in and think of him and then
Remember: this is not worth dying for.
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