Prose composed on December 3, 2009
It was the roar of the angry tiger
That silenced the meowing little kitten
Amidst the tiger's fierce feisty anger
The little kitten was once again smitten
Thursday, December 3, 2009
TO LOVE... IS TO HATE...
Poem composed on December 3, 2009
And thus so... to love... is to hate
Perhaps it is just the work of fate
That comes knocking at our gate
To forever torment us with a mate
Through their endless daily debate
With misery they love to fill our plate
Like a storm that just would not abate
When we realize it is already too late
And thus so... to love... is to hate
Perhaps it is just the work of fate
That comes knocking at our gate
To forever torment us with a mate
Through their endless daily debate
With misery they love to fill our plate
Like a storm that just would not abate
When we realize it is already too late
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