Songstress Sonnet Seven
what causes me to make
keepsake of these trinkets
there mire mention causes strain
than I am a hypocrite
with the mire mention of your name
you are whispers made over
a wishing place for men
you are the subtle overance of being
someone to make friend of
over and over again
you are than and now as my
keepsake
these things symbolize us together
it's endearing to be spoken of so kind
might you speak kind of me forever
every person in our gathering
those who support us together
might they stand and clap in ovation
and praise our being together
as husband and wife
than we kiss
a crowd to applaud such doings
speak as your missus
might we than be blamed
for our own undoing
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