The Great Mistake

February 20, 2012
The mistake was to love
Or was it to start?
To take a-hold of her longing heart
To mold it into a thing of beauty,
Then comes the strike of a dart

Who does the mistake belong to?
The seemingly innocent dove
Or the lad with puppy-dog eyes
And a boyish charm

Pointing fingers is foolish in any sense
For all is fair in love and romance

Love and war is what you want it to be?
I prefer just tears when leaving it to chance.

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