Sonnet III

I wrote two stories of women in love

They resist, twist being in love

Identity defile

What does this say of me?

Years pass and unexpectedly broken

Corrupted, volatile love

What does this say of me,

if I am not in love?

If I have never been in love,

Have I?

I am the wrong person to be asked that question

What do we do with her?

I don’t know what to do with her,

and I am not in love.

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