To Love (A poem about a real event)
To love but not to love is a tragedy,
Stuck in rows without chance of turning back.
To kiss and to be kissed back is a joying,
But to ignore after the pause is to become boring.
And to ignore, after all thats been said and done,
is but a false fore, but to meet with unhidden lore
For once a woman chooses to have had enough of you,
Or simply the will to ignore you,
It is done with the flooring.
And no matter how you may choose to abhor it,
It sits at your doorstep, constantly loring you.
Crimea, the Prize as Always
7 months ago