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Lu Wilson Jan 2021
I breathe, I close my eyes and I drift  
I'm so happy, but still wanting to cry

Air fills my chest this is truly a gift
Bidding farewell to all that why

I open my eyes and breath again
Singing praise yet quietly screaming out

Releasing this dark aggressing bane
Grateful, now hopefully liberating doubt
Good news, full heart
Some people seem to think that love is just for play
an eccentric emotion that ignites the senses for a while
so when it gets too complicated or think it out of style
they thrash the heart as if it were an ***** made of clay
While some believe it can't outlast euphoria of lust
others choose a paring knife aggressing it with carves  
Setting small fires round town they love to play  
over hot irons of passion, while love slowly starves;
Some people are given a fine bow and a good violin
from the start, others look from the sideline but never go in;
I for one would trade my last piece of bread for love,
if treated right by one and other it becomes a turtle dove;    

Some people seem to think that love is just for play,
I for one would give away my heart for ONE, Devotional allay.

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