My Love Awakes
On rediscovering poetry
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1 min readMay 17, 2019
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You fickle mistress, you haunted witch,
your flirty damnation of that unrequited itch.
You left me alone but were forever lurking,
in shady groves, life’s hope never shirking.
Your lyrical phrase, your rhyme and your reason,
your sting not removed by the passing of season.
