Irony, My Dearest Love
...Was strolling down on Lover's Lane
With you lingering next to me.
Aphasiacs told me your name,
My love forever: Irony.
Your eyes of polished solar hue,
Comparable to no degree...
And I would ...
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Categories:
aphasiacs, allegory, lost love, love,
Form: Rhyme