Consolidation of a thought

Of all the springs I’ve seen
With many girls I’ve been
Infatuated at heart.
A handful of those thought I,
That in love was I.
Though reality was,
Only one of those was known,
To be the true half of my own.
My heart and soul.
Someone from a past
That I’m learning to let it go.

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