Cynics All (Turnabout is Fair Play)
He knew the patter well; he said his lines
Like memorizing store-bought valentines
Meant to purloin a schoolgirl’s stony heart,
But his intent was different from the start,
Because the walls he’d breach were harder stone
Than made by schoolgirl innocence alone,
Were built of granite mortared all with lies
Told earlier by men who’d fantasize
That such a flimsy imitation love
Could be the trinket she’d be greedy of
Accepting, that she’d bend to such poor jewels,
But she’d built fortresses against the fools–
So he, like all his predecessors, fell
Because she knew the patter all too well–
Until at last there came the honest man
Who spoke the truth;
She took his heart and ran.

Indeed, I did. ๐
Good for you, eh! A very happy Valentine’s Day to you and your Love. xoxo!
Ouch! I had SUCH admiration for her and then….
Ahaha. Happy (almost) Valentine’s Day, Kathryn!
My hubby and I try to celebrate our love every day we are together – he travels so much that it would be impossible to save it all for one day.
Have a beautiful day Kathryn.
๐ Mandy xo
Beautifully written, Kathryn.
Wishing you and your Conductor a wonderful Valentine’s Day.
Sorry I’m late for this very important date but, alas!, must do to wish you 2 a fine & dandy fistful of candy to sweeten your hearts that will never part…
It’s never too late for encouraging romance! Thank you!