Although he said she set his soul on fire,
And still the sparks of passion seared red hot,
He could not quench the flames of her desire,
In spite of giving everything he’d got.
At last he felt he’d rather risk her ire,
And break out from this tangled lovers’ knot.
He told her that his love for her was dead,
Then made good his escape when she saw red.
And when she found her sweet advances spurned,
Rejected now, frustrated and depressed,
There was no rage like love to hatred turned,
She gave vent to the feelings she’d suppressed,
His letters full of hollow promises she burned,
Destroyed his gifts, his photos and the rest,
Looked into the mirror, liked what she saw,
Smiled to herself and closed the bedroom door.
© Marilyn Brindley
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