They turned him,
Shifted of His own lost doing…
And, he left,
For he left of His own choosing.
Many years,
Many years they strayed him from love.
Mouse to tears,
He dared not to attack love dove.
Turned they are,
Reaping the ones who all have hurt,
Ourts so far,
Repeating seizure demise worth,
Feral cat,
Stressed a’lat.
Thank you Hello Poetry. It’s not your fault. I love ya’ll. 🥺🔏❤️🔥