Here is one of many sonnets that will be added :
She keeps coming over to visit me at my place
But her intentions simply will not show
Always a soothing smile on her face
But it could be false, for all I know
I know so little when it comes to this game
And I who seem to know it all
I find joy at the mentioning of her name
Even though joy is a feeling I can scarcely recall
But I have learned that being drunk
On something as sweet as love
Is far worse than the junk
In all the bottles that I shove
Down my throat - Red, red wine
Helps me forget about this girl of mine
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