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The Warth Of A Friend

The wrath of the friend of the one whom you love,
Is not one to be dealt with.
Somehow, I have evoked it.
I know not how.
I know not why.
All I know is that I only felt a miniscule part of it,
And I don?t wish to feel any more.
May haps she found out that I like her friend,
And she is instinctively trying to protect her,
As a good friend should.
Again I say, I know not how or why.
But I shall persist on,
And work up the nerve to ask her friend out.
If you know not the workings of my head,
Then it is most likely that you are confused by
what I am saying.
I evoked the wrath of the one whom I love?s friend.
I think that the friend may just be acting protectively.
But, I shall persist on and work up the nerve,
To ask the one whom I love out.
Maybe, once I have done so,
The wrath shall be up-lifted.
Only time will tell?