This is the Title (For Her)

She is the hateful Muse,

that fights to stray me close.

She wants my eyes upon her -

Just her and her alone.

I'll never let her go;

I'll force my head to numb.

To clear her of my eyes;

to cleanse her of my love.

She'll likely keep on calling

and I will hate my words;

Collecting every reason,

regarding the absurd.

Joyless and suspended,

I pray for time to pass.

Erase the sight of her from me,

as thorough as I can.

At last she may before late,

come to me with mind made up.

But only if the fates are kind,

and only if she's true enough.

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