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Anger of deceipt

Anger; for her alone? No, but for I,
for naivity of thought, conduct polite
in place of passion; the dream went awry,
wanting of the heart, love lost overnight.
What a fool was I? Naive in time first,
to express my hidden lust which she sought,
unsuspecting of her amorous thirst,
all too late, left abashed alone distraught.
She had chosen to fulfill her passion
in place of innocence, far more knowing
to satisfy her lust past compassion
ending a promise of love worth growing.

Deceipt to shatter dreams without intent,
through anger drowning feelings of lament.

T.J Grén

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Date: 2/10/2016 5:01:00 PM
Excellent Sonnet once again T.J. my friend. Your words always paint your emotions so well, they are true, can be felt as one reads the Sonnet, living the thoughts, living the moments. Sometimes i get lost for words. This is excellent T.J. worthy of the Wordsmith that you are. May your Sonnets ever sing into the hearts of your readers. Have a good day. A seven and a fave....Vladislav.
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Teppo Gren
Date: 2/10/2016 11:41:00 PM
Thank you so much again for your kind encouragement with a seven and fave. This sonnet in fact is a continuation of the previous one "Loving her was another". The feelings of deceipt I felt after my love had been "betrayed". T.J