Perception
All I do remember,of
Days so long ago,that
sweetly I caressed her
As perfumed breezes blow
Then I began to know her
As her siren song was sung
Lips wet with putrefaction
Vile lies upon her tongue
Directly,e'er I knew it
Loves' sweetness turned to lust
Flowers for her I'd chosen
Broken blossoms in the dust
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i enjoyed this
i enjoyed this piece. :)
love lost before it's begun
Thanks
Pleased that you enjoyed it,hope you never experienced it