Afraid for you to call
I careless
And stressed yes
Hello
How are you
I'd never answer
I'd never
I'd never
The footfalls of Fate
pursue love and hate
through the echoes of silence.
And leave surreal
footprints hearts can feel
from kindness to violence.
Fate creeps up on you
and nothing you do
can alter its progression.
Fate leads, you follow:
it chews, you swallow,
even dregs of depression.
Each muted miscall
or misplaced footfall,
blazes trails dreamers pursue.
Fate forges a path
through glory and wrath:
leaving each choice up to you.
You must face Fate blind;
whether harsh or kind,
lavish or ugly and stark.
Fate is seldom fair,
shapeshifting out there:
like a shadow in the dark.
Love is love’s own heart appeal,
all that bears knowing is its feel.
Biographies lack love’s economies,
for only love knows love’s qualities
that set love’s bond congealed, ideal.
Dark, tall, blond, small, go ahead – order it all,
but beware of a list induced downfall.
Only an open, receptive attitude
will deliver love soulmate glued.
Love requirements can be a miscall.
He is the one, though he is years younger,
who sates and awakes all my hunger.
He touches my soul, my heart and brain
with genuine, unchained love gain.
Perfect is his calm, ideal his thunder.
My happy would have slipped through
if his age had been my only view.
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