Too Late

A poem about a Penelope that left with a suitor

Black & white image of a man
Photo by Matheus Farias on Unsplash

Love withered in her eyes
like a lamp which drank all its oil
it was too late by then
her heart drum rolled for someone else

Cupid blesses warriors after all
not cowards who fear rejection
as a coward he got what he deserved
still, it hurt to look at her eyes

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