Judge Me Correct

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Forget me for ever if you can" You are great poet but not a gentleman He is loved one and you are dear I shall not allow you to come near I was taken back for a while I tried to search meaning in her smile Her eyes reflected nothing special Was it acceptance or pure denial? I left it to her decision She might have uttered it with precision So corrective and assertive approach I thought she may be right as such Did you ever see sad trees? Provide shed but never free Offer fruits but stones in return Was it waiting same for me in turn? We talk about raining clouds Thunderstorm with bang and sound Can it not be a pain from burst? To quench the earth from thrust You always stood by me and praised Level too high to be appreciated and raised Was I worth her expectation? A million dollar question for relation I must float alone on sea waves See the rising waves and dare Leave it to fate and decide now What she can be and treat to how? No one must judge me correct I shall weave events in simple fact May be I am called selfish and arrogant But it is difficult to live by in present

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