#defininglove
I've heard and read lovers recite
On love about their love;
*… a full petalled blossom
in a silver vase...*
Trite, I thought,
and so blase.
If what I recall is true.
I see my lover more like clover,
Spreading along a tree laden brook,
On a pathway through sun-streamed woods;
Spreading, thriving, covering green,
A more vibrant, living floral scene.
Trite, I think.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
My words are hard to handle;
They shift and shape in time.
It's cool to be rad,
To chill and veg sublime.
Some just reach and grab the crotch,
And twerk while in their ******
Majorettes smile in knee high boots,
Flirting with the lenses.
Some other words come easily;
The ones used every day.
Texting's being phased out
With a smiling yellow face.
I have fewer words today;
This makes life hard for me;
The many times I write Love
Is nearing Eternity.
Yet isn't this all I need-
That one Eternal chord;
Love is love forever,
Never ending as the Word.
Feb 21, 2024
Feb 21, 2024 at 9:32 AM UTC