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By Your Works Shall We Know
Lovers do protest too much;
it starts to sound like so much guff.
I-love-you’s just too on the nose,
sounds true as politician’s prose.
Regan’s claim, and Goneril’s
how much they love and always will
are often prologues to a jilt
a dagger plunged up to the hilt.
Truer silence, like Cordelia’s,
eschews loves lying echolalia.
(c) 2008 David J. Essex |
 Cupid's arrows may sometimes fly crooked. |
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