Always drawn to stronger women,
in a cerebral kind of way
He missed the charm of a softer maiden,
the joy her flowers splayed
He married a woman just like him,
who made life a living hell
To die while dreaming of that one sweet lass,
her heart—his wishing well
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May,2017)
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