A Hundred Reasons Why This Love Is Doomed, and a Million Why It's Worth It

A hundred reasons why love is doomed

A million why it's worth it

I've waited so long, yet I'm entombed

To find someone to share it


This place I call my kingdom

Used to be encased in gold

But life is bleak without the comfort

Of another hand to hold


A hundred reasons why love is dark

A million why it glows

I ask the question, behold its graces

But really, no one knows

The End

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