Sonnet 74: 'Don'T Ask Me How I Know, Because I Do'
Don’t ask me how I know, because I do,
How broad the heart in which you sheathed the knife!
I let you, even though I somehow knew,
Continue and continue without strife.
I should have known that your intent would fade,
That you’d bear no ill will, nor good will, either!
I should have known, oerthrown, that you weren’t made
For loving me, nor trusting me, nor neither.
You never could reveal a single feeling
Except to say , ‘I like you too’, sometimes.
You never would participate in healing
When heav’n rang bells, you could not hear the chimes!
This OTHER man, who steals your love away,
Will he be faithful? Sure, I cannot say.
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