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 decried;
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 then may calm a raging 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.