Greg Easley Poet I do not know?

Of Secret Rhymes

There is a language
of secret rhymes
revealed in time

by shameless Cupid's
curious aim
we learn his name

so often a curse
but then some days
the highest praise

let loose our mouthes
to plead, to shout
what must be out

love lends precious words
I never knew
to spend on you

with a brimming heart
and teaming tongue
the night is young

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Duke Beaufort October 1, 2011 at 9:35 AM Are you saying that love or lust does strange things to people? I am fascinated by the number of poems I see on this subject. Yours is very good and fun to read. A cut above. Thanks for placing this perspective on it. Your poem is very psychological in a happy way.