It's Simple, Really

You need know no more than that she is my love.
She's precious to me. Other, somewhat sordid,
Facts, those describing how we met, how we're
Related, other things, which might bring us
Opprobrium, are not to be revealed to you.
She is my love. That's all that matters.
Wish us well if you are wont. If not,
Then go away.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-22 at 13:28

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