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The Day On Which My Companion Was BornA poem from the novel "The Essence of Poetry II:Gerald's Sophomore Yet Grown Poetrybook" Written by: Gerald L. Ingraham ---------------------------------------- I admit to forgetting the most important day Of our lives together, the day of your birth; Til this day, I sit still and wonder hours away, And I cannot forgive myself for what it's worth. There is no excuse for my sophomoric action, I do not deserve your heart of forgiveness; I have defaulted on my very end of our paction, Because I am a fool who you want to kiss. You are too good with your endless chances, Given to me time and time over and over again; I feel the contrition of a man beyond romances, Because you still can forgive me for each sin. I am not an innocent little boy who can choose To trot the path of learned lessons and lores; I am just an unfrank man who always refused To abide by the laws of love that one enamors. I am sorry for forgetting the day you were born, And I admit that I try for the better then I err; I always ruin a romance for me which I scorn, Because my love life seems to be so very unfair. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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