Amourish Boorish Stew Poem by Randy Ashby
Amourish Boorish Stew
My love for you is a scorned flower,
Beautiful and yet not without power,
Vengeance stirs in the ivory tower,
In the shadows I am left to cower,
Fear abounds in the moonlight hour,
The taste left behind seems so sour,
Please try not to be incredibly dour,
All I wanted was an equal partner,
Instead I became a lazy gardener,
Love is magic when it takes flight.
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4/26/2024 7:58:22 PM # 1.0.0.1119
'Love is magic when it takes flight..' This is an eternal sentence and on a lighter note ... your marriage of partner and gardener is delightful..