Love Is Everything
Sometimes I think
love is everything to me--
In fact, am convinced
love is everything
upon reviewing my
final punctuations:
Not a poem
I read and enjoy
left without the
comment: Love it!
Nor blazing sunset
flowery air
that seems to me
not twice as fair
for the breathing
in and out...Brahma
either shares
or is royally
jealous of me, I suspect,
on a daily basis;
even the God’s
of war, at times
must totally deplore
my painting over
their evil portraits
with winter’s clean prime
and springs colorful
healing….Love
more than a feeling--
everything to me.
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