Monday, April 25, 2016

Love ~ in all its ramifications

It is not of sex
Nor softness of a love song
But of power raw

I saw a bird once
Dancing in the bright moon light
Once more, please, tonight

My mother loved me
Then she died, and loves no more
How am I to grow?

The rose petal falls
A child bends to pick it up
Turns in joy and calls

Bitter taste of love
Consuming my sleepless nights
My heart in sour shreds

Marry me, kind sir
 A nicer girl, no, not found
Tis I, your heart wants

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