This is love as you will
Always know it she said
You will know no better
Love than this this is as
Good as it gets and you
Wonder once she’s gone
Off to make coffee and
Looking at the Paul Klee
Painting on the white wall
If this was really love at all
Whether she had other lovers
Tucked away other men or
Women whom she told the
Same thing to in that breathy
Voice of hers that deep eyed
Stare and feeling for the first
Time in your life that maybe
Love wasn’t that great after all
That maybe it was the last big
False note before the symphony
Of death’s first chord struck and
You were out there on a lonely
Limb holding onto life’s last ****
Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 2:04 AM UTC
This is love as you will
Always know it she said
You will know no better
Love than this this is as
Good as it gets and you
Wonder once she’s gone
Off to make coffee and
Looking at the Paul Klee
Painting on the white wall
If this was really love at all
Whether she had other lovers
Tucked away other men or
Women whom she told the
Same thing to in that breathy
Voice of hers that deep eyed
Stare and feeling for the first
Time in your life that maybe
Love wasn’t that great after all
That maybe it was the last big
False note before the symphony
Of death’s first chord struck and
You were out there on a lonely
Limb holding onto life’s last ****
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