if you kissed her you would understand

(i am one who loved not wisely but too well – shakespeare)

 

with vicious words about her man

she let me know she wanted me

i walked away from all her plans

she can’t inspire poetry

 

for roses painted on the lips

will never match my wild rose

a bloom without her happiness

should always leave her petals closed

 

this changing partners for the dance

and claiming this is now our song

is no foundation for romance

at least not one that last for long

 

the painter paints, the poet writes

where art and passion are as one

for my girl in whom i delight

consumes my thoughts till leaving none

 

who can impress with style of dress

or any other female wiles

i’m tethered to her tenderness

all others are just rank and file

 

there is no woman on this earth

whose face is beauty’s dwelling place

this means all women who were birthed

competing in the human race

 

if discontent was meant to vent

you’ll find no audience with me

my angel has been heaven sent

and she alone is all i see

 

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