When love got me started
In my foolish pride
I toss with whithering promises
To a fool, missed in thought
Tender hearted, swallowed up
By passion and lust
Given the unexpected taboo of regret
Life they say is sweet
Sweeter than honey in gaiety
True to it melancholy of taste
Got me mixed up with infatuation
Lost in my total being, a man of want
Anger and infatuation ruled me
I lost my pride, my integrity to beauty
The woman I gave my heart
Now, I am my wreck, the stupid lover
Bemused with starved wisdom
Gone is the pride of womanhood
Lost it true feeling and sense of love
Love so sweet, love so bitter
Love itself is mocked
Mocked to it shame
A story so sour never welcome to tell
The posterity of lovers in debacle.
By Allanso Jonathan Allanso
Aka: The Mirror Poet
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