Triangular Quadrant Riddle of Love

I was caught in a triangle were four hearts were broken. 
Two were being played but four took cupids tokens. 

Two were speaking in secret while the others tried to hold true,
both on opposite ends of the playing field who didn't have a clue. 

Our hearts ached and beat away from each desired direction. 
Thinking of our loved ones where we found our true affections. 

"I hope you find happiness" and "I hate you" being slurred. 
"I don't ever want to see you" and "I hope you die" were her painful piercing words.  

Somehow love found it's way, kindled and reunited. 
with blissful joy and happiness that four so delighted.

Operant conditioning assisted us in seeing the path, 
back to each original love, the love that will last.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Smith Avatar
March 30, 2011 at 3:35 PM
Wonderful poetry, I really enjoyed reading your poetry today and I'm looking forward to reading more. Take care of yourself. Dana'lynn
Guzzi Avatar
March 24, 2011 at 4:55 PM
The type of rhyme this is..is called couplet. Glad there was a happy ending! Light & love [and you are using what's called slant or half rhyme in someplaces path/last..they're both the short "a" sound ;)]
Mantle Avatar
March 19, 2011 at 12:21 PM
Sorry forgot to give you the 7!!! (long day!)
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March 19, 2011 at 12:20 PM
This is a well expressed piece, your best yet! Defiantly worthy of a 7 :) ( I'm not going to attempt to pick your brain, i have enough trouble trying to figure out my own!!) Best wishes Em :)
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March 18, 2011 at 10:42 AM
John, to me it sounds like there were two couples and each had one unfaithful mate. The ones who found happiness with a new mate were probably telling their former mates that they wished them the best. Meanwhile, the scorned lovers were expressing angst, hatred and disdain. Just my take on the riddle. Could be wrong, but I did give it some thought. Interesting riddle! Love, Carolyn
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