Love Is A HarlotA Poem by C.T. BaileyA fickle seductress....that is love.Love; she is a faceless harlot- And the betrayer of the blind. She’s a mistress robed in scarlet, Sipping the wines of our mind.
Her many suitors come a’ calling,
All their hands reaching for her favor,
She assails a most unassuming gent,
Thirst unquenched for this trusting beau,
A temptress fickle, finds his wine unsavory,
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16 Reviews Added on August 13, 2008 Last Updated on August 14, 2008 AuthorC.T. BaileyBristol, VAAboutC.T. Bailey has authored a number of professional articles which have been published in various industry trade publications. He is also an award-winning and published writer of poetry, prose, and fic.. more..Writing
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