I didn't write these lines to buy your love!
I wouldn't blackmail you. I'm not a brat!
I'm an old sap: a googly turtledove
Who cries at things that are a bit old hat.
Don't act as if I'm a compulsive liar!
Whatever makes you happy makes me gain.
I love you. Come. So why would I conspire
To rob you of your rights and bring me pain.
If you're in love now then well life is hard.
Excuse my butting in! I've about-faced.
I'm a mad, mortal, and myopic bard:
Sometimes my better judgment I've misplaced.
So please forget me but forgive me first.
Please! Meaning well we often do the worst.
Copyright 1992 Anissa Nedzel Gage
Monday, January 12, 2009
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