There is an unmistakable ebb and flow to life Peaks and valleys -- characterized by prosperity, stagnation, and sorrow Love is the equalizing force, tethering you to the centerfold A sensation so great, that even the mystique of itsβ promise canβt overshadow the euphoria of its reality But, the naive man realized rapture requires reciprocity There is no equity in unrequited love Only strife
The Deuce. If possible, I'd love feedback. I'm not really a poet, but I'd like to hear what actual poetry-fiends think.