His, Her Romantic Dialogue
With love banter she did persist
But my riposte barbs did resist
Few frothy gestures; emotions to grist
But my playful hands pounded with fist
On a lite, free-flowing parley did insist;
For my crude vocabulary did not desist
Added some colloquial idioms for zest,
But my trite sayings quickly put to rest
Fearing that I did with hollow words jest;
Solemnly cupped hands on tenured breast
Uttered romantic soliloquy my desire to test,
Then rolled her eyes as my prone quill did crest
A few lines from tender ballad did invest,
But my swaggering tune could not digest
A couple of amorous riddles pressed,
But chafed at each, laborious guess
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