My deception for not being loved My deception, unloved, a tender babe,
Faithful, yet unclaimed, like a newborn's vow.
My hate, a depth as low as Earth's embrace,
Mocking my folly, longing for your brow.

I loathe myself, denying love's embrace,
Prejudice veiled, devotion left unseen.
The moment passed, where you might grant me grace,
Life's kisses missed, in shadows I remain
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