Love Defined
Would that I were not a cactus,
in a desert, behind the sand dune.
and, see the paining blisters,
on the bare feet of a lover,
whom his beloved would embrace
passionately, unto their last breath.
Would that I were a wild tree,
in a jungle, behind the cliff,
and, listen the love songs,
of love birds, near the brook,
who ,in their twosome union,
scatter beauty of night's fragrance
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