Charade Poem by Ferdinand L Quintos

Charade



I thought your honeyed lips
I will forever kiss,
and make you mine for keeps
in an unending bliss.

But, alas, wrong I was,
for all the things you made,
and all that came to pass,
were nothing but charade.

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Ferdinand L Quintos

Ferdinand L Quintos

Bayambang, Pangasinan, Philippines
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