Ernestine Northover

Veteran Poet - 1,353 Points (25th March 1943)

Lovelorn

Why are we so at daggers drawn,
With anger and with hate,
Why has this become a duel at dawn,
Why can't we now relate.

Why are you expressing so much scorn,
I sense that it's too late.

I'm feeling so totally forlorn,

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