The treachery, I shall never forget,

so that my heart, from this moment on,

will be guarded, against any such exploit.

.

My writing, I will improve;

bit by bit, in such a manner,

that nails be bitten off

every time I’m read.

.

My appetite for love

I shall be more scarce with;

to spread in spontaneity

I’ll restrict it, to only those

whom truly show their face,

before the checkered board

of love its game

.

My heart will sing its song,

of love, solely to hearts

that really open up;

beyond facade and delicate off masks.

.

However, first of all,

but mentioned last

to weld into remembrance;

I shall forgive.

Yes, read me well

as I do forgive.

.

Vince

8–15–2016

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