To fault past lovers is a waste of blame,
Two hearts together craft their own demise;
Though one may try the other yet in shame
And each to each lost virtue there decry;
Both souls complicit in the journey’s end,
Malignant action or neglect benign
Then to another’s need each love may tend
To spark a jealous heart; avenge a crime.
But love so smitten ever bears the scar,
Deceit a trespass no amends erase,
Surrender may then calm the blood of war
Though not the shameful stain of sad disgrace.
‘Tis better then to smile and say goodbye
Than have two hearts with rancor ever vie.
© Loubert S Suddaby. All Rights Reserved.