TILTED LOVE
TILTED LOVE
Twas not the first, shan't be the last,
Only "Would that it were."
Tis the fool that spake against his heart.
The wise man's lost, he's sure.
The breach doth call his name, hence forth,
a soldier must obey.
The date is nigh when white flags fly
and hearts enter the fray.
Don Quixote Casanova,
charisma's, a-la-carte.
Store bought charm to diguise the lies
whose truth tears love apart.
Romance, ye old contentious dance,
the ballroom coup de grâse.
Truth beware, dare not to declare
quicker on loves draw.
Falling fast, loves spell's been cast.
It ends one of two ways,
advance and die, retreat to live,
and love another day.
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