STORY STARTER

'Farewell, my almost lover'

End your poem with this line, reflecting on lost love.

Almost Lover

Your beauty

Bewildered me

Your intelligence

Bewitched me

Your smell

Hypnotized me

I wished you

Were mine

Yet you pass by me

Oblivious to my existence

I watched how

You walked

So captivating

I watched you

Everyday

Till my feelings faded

Then you noticed me

But you were late

I got the most handsome

Gentleman

A Greek god

He walks in beauty

Legs in composure

A beautiful soul

I adore and cherish

So farewell,

My almost lover.

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