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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