What have I done wrong with sensory faculties
for some humans to match forlorn with anger
horses and riders troop to my abode unceasingly
just because of my early arrival into Cynthia's heart.
The conception holds true that army are toxic
such testimony is disclosable in my battered face
It became a crime to woo the Soldier's daughter
without a foremost correspondence.
Oh early arrival! Oh early agony!
the "wooless wooing" is on a platter
the bed of pain is now my lot
since I retreated into my chambers
to meditate on the agony of the day.
©philippins
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