The Love Poem
The Love Poem
What is Love?Is Love a perfect thing?
The Creator made the creation much less than perfectly.
Did not Saint Peter question all these things,
and the Apostle Paul doubted his own affinity.
And no one seems to have it all correctly.
We are housing GRACE and perfection
in a house of misery.
Wasted time and pride and justification,
makes the monKey smile.
When we fall in love we go insane.
Insane to every logical rule of the brain.
The wind rules the serendipity plains.
EYE am LOVE.
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