Love Or Bust

I’d rather lead a wagon train over
Donner Pass in the heart of cold winter
than take a chance on cherubic Cupid’s 
insipid arrow; does X really mark
the spot, and is the promise of true love 
such a treasure?

A lifetime of love letters burns easy
in the fires of infidelity,
and the discovery of trickery
will cause a lass to never again say
it’s love or bust!

break upfree verse

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