Eight Count
Love had hit the canvas
Long before they rang the bell
Battered, bruised and bloodied
Round one had not gone well
Beaten by indifference
Sucker-punched by pride
Reeling hard from body blows
No matter how it tried
Love could have been a contender
It could have won the bout
She left for someone better
Round two ended in a rout
Round three turned out badly
Though he prayed that she might stay
A rain of jabs and feints
Too many things got in the way
Rounds 4 through 9 were little better
Rounds Ten through fourteen took their toll
Still every time they rang the bell
Love left the corner and came out swinging
Love was sorely overmatched
But still it came out swinging
Every time they rang the bell
Left the corner, came out swinging
Beaten to the punch
Flailing away
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