New Love
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When we met, you asked me out.
I said okay, didn’t know what’s about.
Thought you were to be my friend,
No clue as to your view end.
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Soon enough I got the clue,
As talks turned to mushy goo.
Possessive, going too fast.
Don’t know if new love will last.
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Tempers flare, some oaths are said.
Both of us, Mad, seeing Red!
Disagree, must compromise
Let this not be loves demise.
– – June Nash
June Nash 