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Apr 2014
Maybe baby
it's what I want
If you don't
I guess we
Compromise,or
Go our ways
Find the one
Who
Makes us quiver
Shiver,we are
Neither Saintly
Or even Wise
If we keep these
Blinkers on our
Eyes.
I used to smile
When I thought
Only of you
Your name elicited
Blushes of shame,
Now, I wince at your name.
Maybes are dreadful
things, maybe if
I'd not stayed
away, we'd both have
Lives instead of lies.
© JLB
Not about the husband. But a guy that put up with rumours about us.
There was no us.
He was married.
Camellia-Japonica
Written by
Camellia-Japonica  F/Wales
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