You noticed my proclivity
for the overly sentimental,
the Romeo and Juliet,
the hours I spent re-reading,
my watching of The Notebook
with a pad and pen in hand,
the Mantovani
taking turns
with Manilow,
all for inspiration,
that poem about our passion,
your sulking
a display for this affront,
as though your stale,
chaste kisses
were not enough.
Andreas Gripp
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