Poems and stuff

trauma

its unlikeable to share the likeness between a hereditary hate

to share a burden of guilt with the cuckold of a father

the confusion only settles in when you know so little and so much

the brace of lovers can never brace the reality 

such blood can finally unveil what stamina it contains 

while Cupid patiently and anxiously awaits his due

she was beguiled by some bawdy man

teaching the young issue of the danger in loving

preaching how horrid the sooth of love was

it was done 

the shrewd woman has gone to the knave

the young fool had been exposed to the woe humor

and the young fool had been beshrewed of a doting heart

oh how the trauma could settle in 

cursing the child with a forgiving and hopeless heart

the child felt for every fair maiden and could not help it

Cupid's leisure suffered every time the child saw a visage of a maiden

the poor hearts been through enough,

but prepared to prove the will of a woman's love

lest prove the danger in loving at all