My wary heart weeps
enthusiasm wanes we go on
I love you in theory
practice makes me weary.
I show you regard and consideration
exercise etiquette and good manners
trying to do what good loving cannot
but we spent it with laughter.
I was always doing things like that
funny bits amusing poses
satire suited perfectly for each occasion
if I cannot hug let me try to entertain.
You needed purity
I gave you a performance
a well-written play in three acts
I could not give you one honest moment.
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Very beautiful poem. Sounds like a bittersweet romance that melted away slowly. Great writing my friend.
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Ricky, thank you so much for your comment.
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This is Robin, by the way, not Anonymous 🙂
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I suspected as much. 🙂
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This has left me with a panging in my heart! A sign that it is true art.
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I think the most satisfying thing a writer can hear is that their words have touched someone who reads them. Thank you so much.
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