Mousetrap with heart bait

A couple of small wedding presents: A cartoon and a poem I wrote for him a number of years back. Now perhaps he understands.

A Son’s First Poetry Lesson

The train is love he said.
No, I replied, She is the train.
Then is love the track?
No the track is fate that brings her to you.
And where am I he asked.
You, I said, are on the track.

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