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From Under The Table
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There once was a guy
Who used what talent he had
And what he wrote about
Really wasn't that bad
.
He wrote poems of love
For that's all that he knew
And to tell you the truth
There's been quite a few
.
When he was young
He searched for a mate
And he would express it
In poems he'd create
.
As time went by
He formed real friendships
And some of these even
Became intimate relationships
.
His love and devotion
He gave without reservation
And the commitments he made
Were made with no hesitation
.
And during these times
He was filled with resolve
But for some reason or another
Each relationship seemed to dissolve
.
He was hurt countless times
But he would not give in
To the tears and the scars
From the pain within
.
He grew to be a man
And he learned along the way
That of the people in his life
Some would go and some would stay
.
His heart would ache
When he lost someone he loved
And he started to build walls
Around his love tattered heart
.
Then one fine morning
He thought he had found
What he had searched for
And it turned him around
.
The walls he had built
Just seemed to melt away
And joy once more consumed him
Day after wondrous day
.
He felt it was true love
So he gave it his all
Until the day he was deceived
And once more he did fall
.
He could not imagine
That a pain so great
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