Little trembles of defeat somehow have found my form.

I shake a little when we meet and know it's not the norm.

Inside my heart and head and soul a vacuum now exists,

Where once I sought for true love's glow, I float in doubt's dire mist.

A package such as I present should have warning labels,

"Easily Broken", "Handle With Care", or "Fragile and Unstable".

How have I thus charged myself to such pathetic notions?

I let my heart out-rule my brain and reap those sad emotions.

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