Burned fingers,
red hot flame,
pain intense,
who’s to blame?
Love’s the culprit,
as per norm.
I’m the victim,
true to form.
Why repeat,
knowing the score?
Outcome guaranteed,
that’s for sure.
Defensive shield up.
Does no good.
Cupid aims.
He draws blood.
Fleeting joy.
Enough though.
Then it’s gone.
Feel the blow.
What’s left behind,
A broken heart?
Happiness gone.
Another new start.
Women close?
Never again!
Burned fingers.
Remember the flame.
my friend. None all of
them burn..You'll find
the right one. I have
faith in you.
~~Linda~~
Jenni
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