Afraid to write this love poem I start to lecture,

sonnet no. xxxix

When asked to write a love poem ( no one asked ), I apparently choke. It isn’t so much as its difficult to write a love poem : someone once said that all poems are in essence love poems. It just so happens that when asked to write a Love poem, I become overwhelmed by memory, and the best I can do is avoid the point. The result is this poem, which finally came together two days ago, not enough time for a good polish.

I thought I’d invite you to read an actual love poem, in a previous post, to make up for this poem.

The wet sand wrote euphemisms to catch pretty girls

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