Love poems lie
and so do I
when I say you're my darling.
Your fervent kiss
would not be bliss
but rather quite alarming.
I court you still
and hope you will
rebuff as you've been doing,
for, terrified,
I seek to hide
behind a show of wooing.
~ Tamary Shoemaker
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(From a prompt at Poetic Asides to write an anti-love poem.)
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