A Word On Love
I have always thought it prudent
To love only when it is returned,
After all, nothing is to be gained
By giving all, then getting burned
And walking away with nothing
But an aching heart so spurned.
Written September 21, 2022
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2022
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