Sonnet 16
She blushes with sweet word
As he steals her very gold
Naive lady haven't you heard
Sometimes the world is cold
She freely gives herself away
For a love that is not true
Her heart wishes it this way
There's nothing she can do
He has left her such dismay
There she's left out in the cold
He's never coming back again
If somehow she was told
Her love story now has end
Surely her heart will mend
poem by Suelynn Walters
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