Love and resentment

Love and resentment

When love tugged at his heart
He turned poet
Showers of words spewed
And were inked,
Rich, intense, and lovey-dovey,
All in her praise.
But ephemeral was her love
that is, if you call it love
It was just the casual kind,
not solemn, not for real.
Love is blind, this he had heard.
And blind was he-
Her façade, he saw not.
Then came the parting,
devastation and hurt.
Resentment tugged at his heart
He remained poet
Showers of words spewed
And were inked
Rich and intense with hatred,
All in her deceit

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Author's Note

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