Wounded With Love
The trap was set.
With no regret.
I trod with fret,
to a love I met.
The scene was dawn.
Doe and fawn.
Queen and pawn.
Weapons drawn.
We aim on sight.
Deers run with fright.
How fast came night!
I fought a good fight…
From love wounds I bleed.
From love songs I feed.
I did not take heed.
Now I’m in love…Indeed.
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