Sonnet 71: On Love
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David Wood
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We have all had that Romeo moment
When something we said to our love went wrong
And then eat humble pie in atonement
And to go off and rewrite loves sweet song.
Or when we said something to our sweet love
That took offence, and off they would go in pain;
We would call out to the heavens above
Or go off in a huff and to what gain.
T’was poison the potion Romeo took;
Guilt is our potion when our love is hurt,
Looking for the words to appease that look
Guarding our tongue we have to be alert.
Love can be so easily forsaken
When lovers messages are mistaken.
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