Ever since arrived the days
Of wicked youth and folly
And did sicken, irk me
The thought of love;
Refusing to myself I kept
The possibleness of a mate
And choosing, for these many years
To live alone and just
‘Cause ‘tis bitter, aching madness only
-To pervade love
Love- A jestful sentiment!
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A refined poetic imagination, Parray. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.