Your Loss Poem by michael Smajda

Your Loss



I offered you my hand.
I found you quite grand.
Still, you spurned me away.

I withdrew, from you, my hand.
I found someone more grand.
I plan, now, to marry someday.

Friday, April 17, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship
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