I pine for you daily- unsure, if its love or Lust,
Angry on being scorned, feel like reducing you to dust.
Am Attached to your image, that I've nourished over time,
Hove got Greedy in hoarding- is coveting a mirage a crime?
I Pride myself for my success, with others in the past,
And Envy only your suitor, in this world that's vast.
My Hatred for him, is only second to you,
And I Fear I'll kill him, saying Brutus et tu?
My Intellect tells me, I can wriggle out of this,
My Ego foretells, you are ordained for my bliss,
I may be brimming with 'n' sins, but for you I can change,
In the dark night of the soul, this spark is strange.
The arrow you shot, has burnt through me a hole,
To get rid of the ego, is my new found goal.
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