Love Never Triumph Charles Woods
Father I am in love,
With your assistant,
Squire John of Ulcer dove,
Grant my love confession.
How dare you Sir!
Poison my only daughter,
Don't you dare come near,
Or you'll have me commit murder!
My lord you've mistaken,
She is like my own sister,
Can't you see my innocence?
I am also her teacher !
My dear control yourself,
Our daughter is still young,
Haste brings anger and doubts,
I'll convince her love is wrong.
The tension is gone,
Replaced misunderstanding,
Relief for everyone,
Love never triumph for long.
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Isaiah Zerbs
Charles Haigh Wood contest
Copyright © Danesh Morgan | Year Posted 2013
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