Gord

2017-09-28 04:57 am

Feelings in her heart,
Apathy of mind lost,
The world desired,
Earth forgotten,
Therefore pursuant of swine,
Love begotten.

Reading of foreigners,
Yet her poetry declines,
Like Vines, Fine Wines,
Rhyme lines her mind;
Obsessive of forewords
 and forever afters;
Useless goodbyes,
Given in poor wording.

Forgotten is passion,
For words and order,
A husband mastered,
A wife only borrowed.