Traitorous Ann

Some think that love is as strong as hate, And still others as sturdy as a Flander’s mare. If both be true then I don’t think Ann loved me, For if she indeed loved me then the two I swear Are just as false as a fowler’s artful noose. You should think that ten years is not a time too short, The period Ann and I were inseparable honeyed mates. Her heart was always mine and our breath was one Till I saw her off to the airport and to the United States,- A distance she cursed from home to that tinted hawk. I have never heard or read from my darling Ann And I think our avowed affections are sadly done.