Love
My lady dove
She is dubbed
Dubbed to be a fire
A fire of deep scalding passion
Of which is of fashion
But what if I am not up with the trend of late?
What if the lady dove has avoided our date?
Love, it seems, is an unusual luxury
For the jury says there is no love
And my lady dove
Takes her time
For her love is only once upon a time...
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Random poems
Poetryjust some random crappy poems that I made up WARNING THERE ARE SOME DEPRESSING THOUGHTS
