when she cries
the tears sing lullabies down her cheeks
she is a similie in love with ideas
and when they kiss
they kiss so deeply
metaphors get jealous
envious of their passion
it's still early days
their moments are passionate
and there is still much work to be done
in another lifetime
she was in love with adjectives
they lived on blue lines
and dreamt of creating beautiful language
theirs was the birth of romanticism
but adjectives had an unholy alliance with nouns that couldn't be broken
and now similie has found comfort in the arms of ideas
and only time has the answer to the conclusion to this lyrical saga
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