Yes, never a dull moment,

For us to be written,On the same Love Slate,For the two of us,To conjugate,Our lives,Yet you don’t,Chose who or when to love,Love choses you,And there is nothing,You can do.

I see your beloved shadow passAnd I think of all the love we hadThat held us tight and fast,No shadows, cast.Romantics and Wise Men knowHappiness does not last,Or even growBut Love does,As long as we’re able to remember,Every single, burning ember,Of our unforgotten past.

The giant is eating,His cold red beet soup,And the World may burning,Good morning, to soot,While our government cheaters,May think that’s mundane,Only some dirt,On the World’s window pane,That doesn’t affect us,So nothing we’ll doTill it’s really too lateAnd were burned in the stew.

Words together, very neat,Arrows pointing at the heart,Piercing swiftly from the start.

Certain words just seem to fly,From the Heart,Like a magical harp,Whose strings are touched,We play, we write,Beyond logic, Beyond love,Beyond life, Beyond Time.

Nature’s petals into rhyme,Was there ever in creation,Such pure beauty, and sensation?Rose,You must surely have to be,Butterflies’ greatest temptation.Lover’s smile,Best of creation.