Old Romance

Subliming from a solid to a gas,
your arrow’s on an arc to miss my heart.
It’s not that I’d invite a sexy pass,
but if our discourse is to have a start,
it’s well you’ve moved from arrogant and crass,
though nephew-like respect should have no part.
Old fellow, my affection might be won
if we could talk and flirt, and have some fun.

(Ottava Rima)

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