Love Of---
My passion is the silent attachment
Granted with each enchantment
On that day my soul grew thrilled
My heart love and blood do spilled
In a kingdom full of lovers
Once upon a midnight amorous
And the binding never hating
My spirit, soul, and mind debating
The addition brought such sorrow
'It's that coupling,' I muttered
The empowerment brought such sorrow
But in the fact that it was clucking
As the noose around my neck unbuckling
My passion is the silent attachment
I crave the accessory, affective appendix
Much I marveled this gone romance
Never more shalt we dance
Involvement - involvement - involvement! Ne’er a second chance
to more the committed charm chatting
to the constant debauches and the battling
So sure,
Still yet to be warn me about the amour…
Love of
7/27/2021
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
Copyright © James Edward Lee Sr. | Year Posted 2021
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