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It just clicks,
Like the clock that tics,Like a heart you fix,Love,The proper mix.
I have seen the image of your grace,
Where Love lives without a face,An abstraction, a sensation,An ideal, a fascination.Long have tried to identify,This of All, strongest emotions,Difficult to quantify,To describe, abstract devotions.Love, is more than just affection,Secret life, all of its own,Thru love we attain perfection,Sometimes even lose our soul,Blending into one another,Heart to heart and soul to soul,In this world of…
If you love me
For you know it cannot be,There are wishes that remain,An Impossibility.Oh, I hate that very word,That cuts you away from me,As the day begins to bleed,Softly, sadly, silently,But as fragile butterflies,Drowning in Life’s chilling Sea,You and I although we try,Cannot change our Destiny!
Words that thrill,
Leaving behind,The not so kind,Treacherous Nature,Of the Human Mind!
I can whip up a poem,
But gosh and by gone it!Not as cute as those kittensThat lost all their mittens.
In the World of the Absurd,
Our political, anti-heroes,Ride the River Horse of Corruption,But Danger lurks Supreme,Red lights flashing,Lighting the infernal stream,Promising to destroy All and Everything!