It is not a crime to steal a rose for a pretty girl, said the Sensitive One.
Alas, the pain of unrequited love weighs heavily upon my shoulders.
My fair one has no inkling of my profound feelings for her...
Perhaps I should serenade her window like a troubadour?
Send her chocolates and sweet nothings?
O, wonderful beloved...
If you only knew how true I be for thee.
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