How clever he was to convey such a message
As she stared cross-eyed
He continued his contradictions.

They delighted in each other
And in destitution departed
With ease she moved
Without much effort.

What a farce it had been
And so fickle her heart
Firmly fixated on the love that was lost

And boasting of nothing,
Became her.

Copyright © 2005

Queen Jane

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