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Sonnets of Life - I

I loved you more, I loved myself less Causing sorrow, pain; no one comes before Shalt thy ignore what is to be addressed? Loving man above all, a labored chore. Never able to shed the silk cocoon, To unfold, spreading winged colors of life Stifled in the fluid genesis womb Formless, blank, emerged in darkness finite Man’s serpent attacks and wrought woman’s mind With false promises of love forever endured Falling deep into a pit of unkind Present man reversed the sweet apple lore. Acknowledge love, a precious gift given Remove man’s false cord, eyes towards heaven. “Never make someone a priority when you are only an option for them.” Colin Powell

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