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.
