Brian Dorn - Bonaparte

Searching words in puzzle mazes
Guessing letters in cryptic phrases
Solving clues across and down
Mixing jumbles with pronouns

All her statements contradicting
Making promises, seldom sticking
Nixing kisses with odd looks
All caught up in romance books

Cold as ice yet sweet as wine
Faking sick but feeling fine
Duping me with pouty lips
Baiting me in Freudian slips

Strange how she can pull me in
Cheating me so she can win
Switching sides of my heart
Turning tides like Bonaparte

Always reason to battle wits
Sometimes prone to passive fits
Nothing ever simply stated
Everything all complicated

Brian Dorn

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