Sean Joyce

(17 April Everyear / Galway, Ireland)

What She Called Love

I could see that she could see
what she called love and gave to me.

Calendars she gave to me and diaries of days
With love mapped out on every page
what she called love and gave to me.

And as each day in turn rolled by
with every tryst we did comply.

In time my love increased in passion
while her love she began to ration

and as the seasons did unfold
my heart in time in love enrolled.

Then she grew tired of duplicity
recalled her love, ’said goodbye to me.

Now I can see what she could see
what she called love and gave to me.

And I look back at that happy when
knowing now what she knew then

Submitted: Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Edited: Friday, June 15, 2007

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  • Kelly Moy (1/25/2006 5:29:00 PM)

    buzz off i'll just be a playa
    cause nobody likes me
    nobody wants to be my friend (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Moy (1/25/2006 5:28:00 PM)

    i see all i have to do is say i dont want u anymore
    is that it
    well u r bugging me
    did anyone ever tell u how annoying u are
    i might want to hang out at commanders house
    cause i dont want to be a weirdo all grubby in my boat waiting around for someone to show up who will understand me (Report) Reply

  • Kelly Moy (1/25/2006 5:21:00 PM)

    we have explored multiplicity and now we can phase it out becuase we experimented with it encountered significant problems which make it counterproductive.

    i acknowledge that i made a mistake
    that sometimes i am guilty of corny emails
    so send me to the brig for being corny (Report) Reply

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