My First Love
You mispronounced your love for me
On my Valentine’s card you misspelled my name
You maligned my fidelity in our relationship
Without temperance you marginalized my manhood
All the while saying you cannot live without me
And I loved you anyway
I still do
I still do
© emmett wheatfall
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