The Duel
You old fool, with her
We both fell in love
But your wealth deceived you.
I bought her heart
With my feelings and grace
But you came one day
And priced the beauty
You found on her flesh.
Alright, take her body
You bought with silver
Surely, not her heart too
For her heart shall
Always remain with me
As she wails for me
And you shall never find love
Except to lust, an old fool!
Copyright © Itsoghole O Solomon | Year Posted 2015
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