Return my love
Surrender to my auto centric world
With crinkled nose of displeasure
at painful insults hurled
Invest, invest did I nothing but pure heart and treasure
Return our love
Avast the sailing of a low tide of briny drops
Curtaining the window of demure emotion
Lest dew should worry plumb cheek tops
Questioning my utter devotion
Return your love
As per your statutory rights
Gift of a mans soul
Pair of laddered tights
Pseudo contentedness as per, so empty a bowl*
You incessantly blame me for ear bleeding berating
Truth is your love died along with my credit rating
* not very good is it? But stick it in if you like - R.J.
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