So what?

So what?​

They say you don't love me.
So what? You forgot me. How romantic!
If that I knew.

I have no kind of remorse.
Long before I was for unscrupulous ones
happily forgotten.

It is sweetness to love,
it´s not perennial a love which instills acid.
Thank you so much for your absence.

I do not want your memory
nor the versatile virtue of your gifts
nor your dark lips.

By reading these verses
I promise for your eyes of frigid soul,
that you will be forgotten.

To those ungrateful women
I give them the so kindly mercy
of my generous oblivion.

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... however, they are the light in our life. Don`t lie jjjj. Like. Congratulations.

 

Thank you for your response, my dear friend, homo-adictus.
Women are the light in our life, OK. But it may be that some of them forget about us without a good reason and makes ostentation of it.

A big brotherly hug,

Ulpiano

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