Oft I Thought
Oft I thought I loved her - her beauty and her grace.
Oft I thought her lovely, the light dim beside her face.
She spoke to me with twisted tongues
and hands that moved in graceful ways -
Oft I let her love me, though she left a bitter taste.
Copyright © Jay Loveless | Year Posted 2014
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