Solo Bride - Poem by Snake Blocker
She came to me from New York State.
I fell in love—I did appreciate.
But love had come a little late,
The attraction had begun to depreciate.
I flew to her for foolish greed,
To spark the love that fed my need.
But as love grew I felt the hurt,
Now I've improved, but she is ‘dirt.'
Hoping for more, I kept in touch,
To give a chance for total trust.
The start was great—the time was wrong.
Her love for the city was much too strong.
It's for the best, and who's to blame?
She's not the first to have no shame.
And though I loved her female pride…
I feel she'll die a solo bride.
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