I loved and loved countless times, but each time I lost.
Now in my old age, I'm asked:- Who did I love most?
After considerable thought, I guess--just one:-
Myself, I must confess, for all 'sweethearts' are gone.
One by one my youth's past heart throbs somehow vanished;
Reputedly, I was at fault, perhaps tarnished:-
A poor poet, even worse, a clumsy lover!
Thus, sadly/thankfully, sweet romance was over.
Agenda of women, I've yet to discover....
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