Half

Funny thing, this concept of "half" Sometimes it's meaning just seems daft, Like "half a truth"... What truth is that? Or "half in LOve"... An almost chat? Somethings can seem to be, Betwixt real or not, Other things you know have got, To be true and 100% for real Because you sense and you feel, If this is not real, And I am merely imagining this thing, Than maybe I'll settle For half a brass ring, I'll ride this carousel Till it grinds to dust... But for me, the only thing.. To know, I must... That we shared the same Merry-Go-Round... With LOve that Will never unwind So take my ticket..., Master of my fate.... I'll ride this LOve that will never abate These wooden horses Shall circle around, forever.... And not for one second, Will I ever.... Abandon this cavalry of LOve Because my LOve Flies higher than The most lofty of God's soaring dove.