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Misfired To Our Detriment
Wouldn’t marry you if your true colours I knew
But the best of me infatuation took
Thinking all about you I had a clue
Playing by ear the amateur’s rulebook
Taking for granted I had you figured
On the surface and in depth
When blindness and recklessness in me triggered
The mistaken faith
In which I swam
Misled by the profile in you I saw
In the gullibility spam
In which in you no flaw
In the picture my mind painted
Projecting an angel
Till my illusion fainted
Though you and I did seem to gel
In spite of the distorted notion
Of you I built
To reap sorrow in the motion
Of you in silt and the slit
I spied
Conjectured
Misapplied
Textured and nurtured
Until in matrimony the knot
We tied
Signed marriage certificate on the dot
But you and I to our detriment misfired.
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John Sensele
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