will tell, if one has married well.
will dent, the true intent of thoughts
to circumvent, to muddle, rent
or taint the core
of the alabaster heart of him
within the throes of wit and woe
tossing heart, head and hand to and fro
to go.... just go!!
Yet, that magnet pulls, tugs and bends the pain
around your heart and back again, to look the same
but by no means is, for by far it has a different name.
Four letters!! They wrap around one as a glove
They wind and twist and curl until they show
against the frame of time and space and back again.
L-O-V-E !! a word from above.
Charles G. Henderson
Dec. 12, 2018
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2018
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