WORDS II

Those things I said

That made you laugh

Were words of praise

On your behalf

 

The prose I used

That made you cry

Although profuse

Were not a lie

 

The poesy sent

Of my desires

Where meant for you

To stoke your fires

 

This poem which

I write now of

Was only meant

For you my love

 

But what I wrote

You have neglected

And what I’ve said

You have rejected

BOEMS BY JA 675