Fickle lover

I know of a lady,
Beauty so heady
She’s dark and precious
Her presences brings a force
Force of likeness befalls
Every true love that may or may not be false.

Ears that detest good music are sick
Her voice sounds like a music
If she’s a puzzle no genus can solve her
History would call her the fickle lover
She loves today and hates tomorrow
All her heart is for a borrow…

I know of a lady,
Beauty so heady
Her none static bones have blisters
She’s an emotional roller coaster
She warms you when she loves you
Then you grow cold when she hates you.

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