I'm so sorry but try as I might I simply can't get the spacings right on these poems and Pooter, for reasons of his own, is refusing to co-operate. So, much as I think of you all, I'm admitting defeat. I'm afraid it just isn't worth the frustration, the tantrums and, ultimately, the tears (and that's only Pooter, we won't even begin to talk about me) and so I'm going to provide a link to my FREEVERSE choice this week.
Written by HARRY MORANT, an Anglo-Australian who born in December 1864 was executed in February 1902, A Song is one of several poems including BUTCHERED TO MAKE A DUTCHMAN'S HOLIDAY which was the last he ever wrote.
Short and sweet this is a poem I really like and can empathise with for, like many others, I too have 'loved so' (or at least at the time I thought I did) a person who it turned out only loved me 'just a bit' (if at all).