Haiku for a Thrice-Singed Valentine
Speak to me of love,
And I’ll likely break your jaw!
(So, speak quietly…)
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Sarah A. (I KANZ B UH RITUR!!!!) , YEZ!!
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December 1, 2008 Haiku for a Thrice-Singed Valentine
February 13, 2009 08:38 AM EST
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Comments: 25
Hugs, and have a lovely Valentine's day.
I won't touch the "L" word with a 10' pole here!
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*runs and hides before something is thrown*
You can run but you can't hide!
"Drink to me only with thine eyes
And I shall not refuse
I'll drink to you with my eyes too
And we'll save a lot on booze."
Drink up for luuuurv...
You are as a thorny rose
your petals bruised by rain
and so no love will you abide
lest it bring further pain
but thorns cannot still any heart
whether found within or out
and love itself not be denied
'cuz hormones do have clout!
Flowers make weak metaphors
in poems such as this
especially when talk of love
will be greeted with a fist!
I never despair because:
Tho’ thoughts of love
Be greeted with a fist,
The way into my cloudy heart
Is through my humerus.
There is love after singe-ing, I assure you.
("singing" didn't look right and I was too lazy to look it up.)
I've only been singed once. Once is enough! (I think we need to collectively come up with a new alternate spelling for singe in the past tense, not to mention the gerund-y sense... and I'm guessing on the whole gerund part-of-speech thing.)
we'll share...