Your un-boyfriend

Oh, maiden of love, you are too fair,
With wind accompany the smell of your hair,
Yet our love is not bound by the strings of fate,
Thus rendering me the target of your hate,
But to give you up I would never,
For my love for you weights more than four letters,
And a moment with you so informal,
Made a man like me felt immortal.

- Stu. T.H. (Sep 23, 2023)

Author's Note

Inspired by listening to "Your New Boyfriend" by Wilbur Soot and "Wildfire" by HOYO-Mix continuously.