20150816: Love Cliched

Love cliched

I am a sorry sight -

A laughing stock,

One that loved not wisely

But too well.

The course of true love

Never did run smooth;

I am sick at heart -

Jealousy is the green eyed monster,

An ill wind which blows no man no good.

But love is blind. 

In a better world than this, 

As good luck would have it, 

Alls well that ends well -

But not always.

It is better to have loved and lost

Than never to have loved at all.

But not for me.

An almost cento poem based on the cliches of Shakespeare,

16 August 2015

Written and submitted to a contest on AllPoetry.com  "Play with Fire: Cliches!" hosted by Andrew Sano. Prompt: use cliches , as many as you want, any style, any length.

I went to town on this!