Love Fools
Presume you must be taken
with wives and more than one,
For seen the cheeky flirting
how you love to just have fun.
You approach me with much confidence
with words you bring a tear,
Then when I search to find you
you tend to disappear.
Is this a game you play with all?
Skilled at hide and seek?
To chase me strong and all along
then roundabout; oblique.
Guess I play it too
when insinuating others,
A silly game with aimless aim...
What fools we are at lovers.
Copyright © Paris-Maree Boreham | Year Posted 2021
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