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Hank Love Oct 2020
Sometimes your friend is your greatest enemy, and sometimes your greatest enemy is your friend. Sometimes, you are both.
Hank Love Oct 2020
The way to love someone with anxiety is to accept the apologies that are not there to be forgiven.
Hank Love Oct 2020
The world we're living in is one big masquerade.
Hank Love Oct 2020
She could light up the night sky
             With the twinkle in her eyes.
I could start fires
              With what I feel for her.
Hank Love Sep 2020
The more you hold someone in the dark, the more that person will find that they are comfortable.
Hank Love Sep 2020
"If A Man's Home is His Castle" this is another musical number I wrote for "Mister Gates and the Return From Nowhere"

If a man's home is his castle
Then I am a king who's been dethroned
A man has his dreams in this world to dazzle
To carve his name into the stone

My life has always been merry
Well ordered, yes some might say
But I've reached the age where
Life has stopped giving
And instead has taken away

If a man's maids are his servants
To obey his each and every command
Then they all have turned into serpants
And I haven't a leg to stand

What other life do I know
But a life of morals and merit
What more may I teach to mold the breed
So one day they might inherit?

If a man's own wife is his queen
To rule each day by his side
Then why must the queen in her way intervene
And mistake my judgement for pride?

A man has dreams, goals, ambitions
To etch his name into time  
To leave his mark into life's own arch
But the man is stripped from his prime

If a man's home is his castle
Then I am a king who's been dethroned
I've never once asked for this hassle
And it feels as though I must suffer alone
Hank Love Sep 2020
Amidst the far, and flowering brush,
Dwelt a place, where,
While we were much older,
Still had we remained children
At purest heart.
The fair aroma reconciled my passion-
The constant burning in my soul
Which I had long forsaken.
There it swelled, and my heart,
While it remained volcanic,
And while the blossoms of the field
Were very well endowed,
In childhood hour,
While my spirit still dwelled,
In the passing hour, I did not.
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