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The Love Song (Part 1)
Evening spreads its wings across setting sun’s delight, we walk through spirit lands of love, hand in hand through many passing glows of the sky where I see the man with the marching band come dancing your way in visions of an eternity in passion held close to your heart of solid gold while I call your name through thumping tremors of my soul. Laughter chills even the strongest of hearts where we stay unafraid of the falling rose petals laying soft touches upon your form that I may touch in the season of your birth, when the days of spring join us in the warmth of October, that I may again feel a smile spreading like wings across the desert skies of my life. In the room beyond the rainbow of dreams I watch the days come and go while muttering in the gutter to the street lamp who stands in silence without a tedious spoken word, glittering its glow down on me. Smile. Be well dear friend of words that cause my heart to fall from the bridge of romantic lust that hides true form of love from soiled eyes. What did you say? You know not what I mean when I scribble my haunted words upon the page. And you call yourself a poet, must be one of those wannabe’s I see looking up from gutters at a street lamp giving not even the slightest tedious spoken word of argument. Take mind they don’t throw you a fifty cent piece while giggling to yourself there, be sure the dog of remorse don’t lick its tongue into the corners of your mouth.
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