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Apologies to D. Parker
by
Lachlan Main
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My God, what is this thing called love?
They say it comes down from the heavens above.
Warming hearts and turning the minds,
Of those blissful people that it finds.
With loving eyes they stand and stare,
Exchanging glances without a care.
Oh hand in hand they walk along
With hearts entwined in love's sweet song.
Time rushes by, though not for them,
This ardent male, with his loving femme.
Please think me not mad, or bad or worse,
As with pen to paper I sour with verse.
Then with some small glee this bubble I prick,
Because frankly dear, love makes me sick!
Copyright © 2002 LACHLAN MAIN
Ashton Writers would be very happy to hear from anyone about this story. Please email them at Ashtonwriters@aol.com