April 3, 2013

 

 

Ever ongoing

Always unfinished

No signature in evidence

Yet no less diminished

 

The true bond of friendship

A hand to extend

The offer of love

No beginning, no end.

 

No distance too far

No time frame to meet

Ever ongoing, when

two hearts softly beat.

 

 

 

 

 

Gone are the yachts for which they yearned

And money owed, in full, returned.

For it was spent before t’was earned,

With lessons learned, and fingers burned.

 

 

 

 

Love so new, so naked, so raw

So unashamedly exposed

So instantaneously moving

 

This thing they call love is

not love at all, but merely lust,

and the work of the devil.

 

 

 

 

Simmering gently,

Coming to the boil.

Bubbling nicely,

Worth all the toil.

 

 

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