Jim Sularz (December - 1949 / Minneapolis, Minnesota)
© 2010 (Jim Sularz)
When young, they took a lover’s vow,
to cherish, better, or worse from now.
They loved that day, like all lovers play,
mindful of the vow they’d say.
Joyful tears, some wear and tear,
another heart they could not bear.
They forgave the mix, a bitter twist,
began to think of ever since.
Their hearts withdrew, a token kiss,
they never forgot the mix or twist.
Both may have loved once, and ever since,
but the Vow they swore, would Forever wince.
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