A Sonnet Called: A Labour Of Love
I've suffered your abuse, now I regret
This is how it is, my bags are now packed.
Don't try to extort me, my mind is set,
Say sorry all you like, I'm not coming back.
She asked politely, 'Who's exploiting who?
Don't birds eat fruit and spread the seeds of trees?
I've treated you with contempt, that part's true.
Flowers reward with nectar, for the bees.
To survive this world, we must compromise.'
I respect her argument, its quite sound.
Once again I'm falling, for clever lies,
I can't hold her gaze and have to look down.
Couldn't help but say, on a bitter note,
'Don't forget Helen, this year we get to vote.'
