Love's Turning Point Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

You’ve turned too familiar with me,
you’ve lost tact and diplomacy,
your words are now full of vile,
all this after not too long while.

The things I do are now all wrong,
with them you no more get along,
leaves me feeling I am nearly
like a kitten trapped up a tree.

Mid of stream my self I found,
shall I go on or turn around,
I have to weigh and then decide
to make things right and turn the tide.

I came to none but one option
to pose no more that big question,
it sure would have made me happy,
to implore, “Will you marry me? ”