I am wat others see, Love
pure with this lust for love
walking past kissing couples
and liar's hand holding
pure as the day when I first
laid eyes on you, I am wat other see
Love
Let me find whispering nights that create
melow dramatic hisses of your name, stuck
in my heart,(love) branded on my lips(love)
over the rainbow and your my pot of gold...
rabbits running to and from and the glim in
your eyes is all that I long for..love
the night is young and I need you to
know why you became my baby love..
I think this poem is a song that so many people know all too well. Though it is a bit cold and sad, it offers a warmth of words that are reminiscent of what was and hope of what will be. I like the play on words. Look forward to reading more.
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