Something to Hold

I don’t want a romance for the ages I just want

Garish

The ring you gave her Is gaudy and sits

Feather light touch On the back of my hand

My heart is a dusty attic That has been left

Young woman seeking A dance partner

He blushing let go of her and she turned away.

Wordsmith would you please Cobble together a phrase To convey my love

“If you love me” Is a terrible phrase

My ribs no longer Cage and protect

I don’t need you If all you’re going to do