Heated then hotted, then hopeful forgotten.
Languishing, lounging and thoughtfully letting,
the truth in your mouth though your heart be forgetting.
Theoretical, physical, musical playthings
are dancing and twirling and plucking on heartstrings.
The beauty so lovely is focusing onward
to forebear and beware the ominous option
'ing' is a cheating rhyme :)
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