That sallow sour sow upon your arm
Is green with joy of treasure freshly won.
Your insipid sanguine smile follows
Fawning at the feet of your new love.
I wish you well with your fair trollop, boy.
May you stay firmly grounded in the Earth
Of salt mines and of clammy compromises.
Had you but asked, I would have set you free
To seek her bitter bosom's black embrace.
I don't know much of rules and love and war,
But I have learned thanks to your guiltless guile.
Plain truth is better than a sweetened lie.
I hope that this is less than what it seems.
May her cold facts be better than my dreams.
Note: There is nothing wrong with my current relationship! We are still happy sunshine joy bubbles! Don't worry! I'm just experimenting with a different voice. ^_^
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