(Maddy’s Music challenge:
“Write a poem based on three words from a song.”
Song: 'Words of love' by the Beatles 1964)

I’m the harshest critic,
the truest of nonbelievers,
when words of love are used.
Soapy words will not deliver
so please stop trying to be smooth.

Don’t compare me to a summer’s day!
I know that’s from some Broadway play.

Waste not flattery’s rose
praise not my grace,
at least not to my face,
you’re better off praising my clothes.

Forgo sweetness, promise nothing
then you may be onto something
say it, straight up, I won’t faint
trust me, sir, I am no saint.
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A song for this:
Words of love by the Beatles

the birds chirp in the distance
the sun glows bright
in the cerulean sky
no clouds in sight
just sunshine
beating down on your skin
sweat trickles down your brow
a slight breeze
sways the grass
around your ankles

I came to the bend
in the road .
Confused ;
I stopped ,
then texted ,
hit send . . .
(END)

I came to the bend
in the road .
Distracted ;
I crashed  
the barriers .
They said I was lucky
to live and
that was the . . .
(END)

I came to a bend
in the road .
Enraged ;
in anger ,
I sped up and crashed
into a tree
and that was indeed
the . . .
(END)

I came to a bend in the road .
I stopped ;
then prayed ,
and made amends .
Then God straightened out
the road again .
(AMEN)

Answers are not found
by searching for them

They come from living them