Unrelated Danger
Is it not one but all the same,
That we too want in this love-toss game?
Heart-felt glows and satisfying chatter,
To be atop life with a never-ending ladder.
Pyrite smile holds genuine luster,
Cajoling style with kindred muster,
Macrocosmic, we are, in licit fashion,
Souls by chance with descending passion.
You hear us speak but merely an utter,
Of hopes and dreams and hearts that flutter,
Be it not me, but of better calling,
Yet here in love you find us falling.
I am of guilt and perpetuating blame,
Accept one only flower by that name,
Fitting it may be as I am the stranger,
Eliminating all such unrelated danger.
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Date written: 6/21/2016
Copyright © Jesse Day | Year Posted 2016
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