Still Sonnet

A poem of love and letting go in iambic pentameter

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Forgive me when I tell our tale of love
Too late begun and then too soon rid of
For in hindsight I’ve learned a thing or two
That warrants my emotional review

So as I grow and better my good will
May time make such for you yet better still
And though that…