What She Called Love Poem by Sean Joyce
What She Called Love
I could see that she could see
what she called love and gave to me.
Calendars she gave to me and diaries of days
With love mapped out on every page
what she called love and gave to me.
And as each day in turn rolled by
with every tryst we did comply.
In time my love increased in passion
while her love she began to ration
and as the seasons did unfold
my heart in time in love enrolled.
Then she grew tired of duplicity
recalled her love, ’said goodbye to me.
Now I can see what she could see
what she called love and gave to me.
And I look back at that happy when
knowing now what she knew then
i see all i have to do is say i dont want u anymore is that it well u r bugging me did anyone ever tell u how annoying u are i might want to hang out at commanders house cause i dont want to be a weirdo all grubby in my boat waiting around for someone to show up who will understand me
we have explored multiplicity and now we can phase it out becuase we experimented with it encountered significant problems which make it counterproductive. i acknowledge that i made a mistake that sometimes i am guilty of corny emails so send me to the brig for being corny
Very clever Sean, another great write from you. Very enjoyable read. Love Ernestine XXX
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4/25/2024 9:55:51 AM # 1.0.0.1119
buzz off i'll just be a playa cause nobody likes me nobody wants to be my friend