A Lover, Nonchalant
I had a wild love while working away,
his name was Pierre and he stole my heart;
he was furtive and I so naivete,
I fell for each imaginary part.
I thought this man I met was love worthy,
he entrapped me with words that turned shallow;
I saw my lover as untrustworthy,
his passionate kisses left me hallow.
Yet, when he touched me I was set on fire,
I held tight to this man so nonchalant;
he taught me about passion and desire,
and the end of our love will ever haunt.
I came home ascetic and reclusive,
humble- I left this lover delusive.
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January 17, 2018
Poetry/Sonnet/A Lover, Nonchalant
Copyright Protected, ID 18-983-99
All Rights Reserved. Written Under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, English Sonnet
sponsor, John Hamilton
Fifth Place
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