Weak Spots Xxvii
When happiness is foreign,
People build their homes
Surrounded by misery—
For it is all they have ever known
To know that true love
Is painless,
Is a thought—for some,
Much like an unattainable dream
Emotions find release,
Spewing from all pores
In sweat and tears—
Revelations of want
Meet possibility
When that special one
Leads with love and light
To safe ecstacy once only dreamed
2.27.20
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