Love, At Times, Are Tough
What would you know of hearts and their beating,
Midst a flock of sheep in pasture bleating,
Your accolade of morning dew you hoist,
Anointing my tear ducts and wool with moist,
I'd hang on a branch smiling upside-down,
donning a natural self-imposed frown,
You gravitate two fingers to your lips,
Slight mocking, of a thought, shot from your hips,
Card games you love holding all of the cards,
Times love is not enough, but tough love guards,
Notice that you have been playing all alone.
"Yes, doggie bag please, --Give a dog a bone!"
2019 September 11
Copyright © Hilo Poet | Year Posted 2019
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