Too Late to Realise

Too Late to Realise

Thought love was just a game of the heart
Thereupon invading stealthily
That entered through many ways furtive

Not the one to know as how and when
Infected, affected, afflicted
Got herself through into the sickness

Now at war to get out of its clutch
Understood illusion existed
Not before the damage had surfaced
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