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If I hadn't fallen in love
I would have not known
that stars could dance in the eyes
That the moon could whisk me away
That the sun could live in the heart
and warm it and fill it with light
That clouds could shower kisses
And rain could touch like a lover
That the scent of flowers
could linger through the night
That the winds could play love melodies
That sunrises could colour a blush
And sunsets stir romance
That dreams could glisten at dawn
like drops of dew

I would have not known the magic
that is love
If I hadn't fallen in love
With you
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The first 6,570 days, you're treated as a king
They tell you that you can be anything
Failing to warn of what the real future brings
   Everyone loves you, until you're 18

Nevermind preparing America's youth for what is ahead
Feed us lies and outdated curriculum instead
Row row row, remember? . . . life is but a dream
   Everyone loves you, until you're 18

Happiness can come with many limitations
So many that sadness is seeming more a celebration
Depressing, but apparently, that is how it must be
   Everyone loves you, until you're 18

Refrain from smiling, stray away from laughter
In this world, misery seems to follow soon after
Don't get to pumped kids, the world is not what it seems
   I just wish I had known, before I turned 18
If
If freckles were lovely, and day was night,
And measles were nice and a lie warn’t a lie,
Life would be delight,—
But things couldn’t go right
For in such a sad plight
I wouldn’t be I.

If earth was heaven and now was hence,
And past was present, and false was true,
There might be some sense
But I’d be in suspense
For on such a pretense
You wouldn’t be you.

If fear was plucky, and globes were square,
And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee
Things would seem fair,—
Yet they’d all despair,
For if here was there
We wouldn’t be we.
We do not have to bleed,
To know that blood
Runs through our veins,

We do not have to cry,
To know that our hearts
Feel all different kinds of pain.

We do not have to be artists,
To know that our souls
Sing to the tune
Of their very own,
Individual, unique song,

Just like,
We do not have to see God,
To know that he has been with us
All along!

By Lady R.F ©2017

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