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| In Love and Love Words�. I used to think them Interchangeable�. Those that made a distinction Were anal retentive creatures Quibbling with trivial technicalities I have since come to think Otherwise� They are vastly different lands This In Love and Love Shall I give you my supposes? You can always toss them On that heap over there With all those other supposes Of insipid poets and hack songwriters, Philosophers and lonely lovers In Love�.A sensual land Of eye and ear Touch and Feel The mouth plays a predominant role And the heart is known to quicken At the oddest of times�. The senses are alive In a rarified air of soaring cliffs And dramatic valleys Alive with anticipation and dread Longing and denial The streets there are paved With rumors and doubts Hopes and dreams The skies are neon blue� With storm clouds just beyond Sad to say, Many fall from the soaring cliffs of In Love And when they fall, I think Its not necessarily due to a of lack of interest But rather a lack of stamina. The senses can only take so much you know� Keep that excuse in your back pocket And save it for a rainy day�.. |
| Love�.. Located in Spirit In the Region of Soul That dark and murky place Of Seen and Unseen�. Where words Like �because of� and �in spite of� Take root And wind their way around your heart Choking all reason and common sense Refusing to die, Enduring�.. You can pluck them out, These words, by their very intent, But they will leave a scar As you go howling in pain Through the moonless night� Illuminated only By the hope of another day� I once had a fictional He and She�. �She looked down into him Right into his soul And saw him for all that he was And all that he was not And loved him anyway. And it was a mystery To him as to why� That is the story Of the land of Love -A dark and murky mystery Of who and why So there you have it dears My supposes of Love and In Love But of course you won�t listen You must travel there yourselves And make your own supposes As they say�. A wink is as good as a nod To a blind horse�. |
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