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Author: wildcard07
Fiction Rated: T - English - Poetry/Romance - Reviews: 4 - Published: 05-01-06 - Updated: 05-01-06 - id:2164985
On Love And Infatuation

I used to be that imbecile,
Madly in love with love,
Drawing hearts with my red pencil,
Eyes averted above.

Spending hours on mush poetry,
A pretty face inspired,
Wasting ink and stationery,
Emotions often tired.

Writing notes to my secret crush,
Hoping to get close,
Questing for that chemical rush,
To quench my heartfelt woes.

I used to be oh-so hopeless,
With matters of the heart.
I never did see through my mess,
I thought that it was part.

That was until my nemesis,
Came to me in disguise.
A smile he gave I could not miss,
However too unwise.

Perfect, perfect- or so I thought,
All that he was to me.
He’s all I need, he’s what I got,
Prince charming: him- and me!

It seemed a fairytale turned real,
It’s like a dream come true!
He spoke of love; it’s so surreal.
I threw my mind and flew!

Flowers, candies, a serenade,
Arriving by surprise,
Never saw that magic can fade,
Infatuation lies.

One day he finally came clean,
The sparks that flew now died.
Forgetting dreams that might have been,
He turned away; I cried.

I was left to break and shatter,
My heart must have felt wrong.
Now I understand the matter,
I must have felt too strong.

Next day I saw him snuggled tight,
With someone else I knew.
It's true some feelings aren't right,
My heart's a liar too.

But I quickly moved to truth, thank God!
I was being deceived.
Now I think first before I trod,
That's how I am relieved.

True love waits and comes in God's time,
Never late nor early.
It strikes and rings in perfect rhyme,
So I say, 'Why hurry?'

Short term likes and long term crying,
Now knowing what it’s like,
No need for, ‘Love or die trying!’
It’s time to take a hike!

Now I'm happy; I need not look,
Faith will guide me one day,
To find true love, I need not hook,
On some blank boy for play.

I used to be that lovelorn fool,
In search of true romance.
Now I have no time for such bull,
No time to fall in trance.



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