The Gazette of Selection [The ATTYS]

In the eyes and the sight of the bewildered,

Were the lives to entice are enraptured.

Lies a piece of a virtue being taken;

From a soul who's love now awaken.

Records from the vast that are handed from the past;

Where maidens that are mistress and lust may never last.

He whose heart is now half-given,

May never choose; no not even.

For he loves both with no bad intensions.

He who suffers from both side's tensions.

Will he chose the first or the second?

Either way, devastation awaits his beckon.

He who have given his love to the former,

He who has offered love from the latter.

The question of moral can never be answered,

For the man who's heart torned by all means measured.

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