I
Had
Once
Wrote
That I
Climbed
A ladder.
With each
Step up, the
Rungs turned
Into tree limbs
Made for squirrels.
My sprightly arms
And legs transformed
Into wrought iron wings.
I perched to take to the air
Like the glorious albatross,
But the weight tugged and
Thwarted a new freedom
From the physical world.
I’m only a nonfictional
Descendant from man,
Descending a ladder
One actual rung at
A time. With no
Help, alas from
A premature
Fantasy that
Will make
Me want
To keep
Going
Up.
LOVE IS BLIND IT SNEAKS UP FROM BEHIND, BEFORE YOU CAN PUSH REWIND……
LOVE IS KIND , THAT PERSON IS ALWAYS ON YOUR MIND…..
LOVE IS SWEET, IT WILL KNOCK YOU OFF YOUR FEET WITH NO DEFEAT….
LOVE IS TENDER, IT WANT LET YOU SURRENDER…..
LOVE IS PASSION, TO ME LIKE GOOD FASHION…..
LOVE IS TRUST, FOR ME IT’S A MUST…..
LOVE IS PATIENCE, SOME MAY CALL IT HIGH MAINTENCE…..
LOVE IS COMMUNICATION, ONLY WORKS WITH DEDICATION…..
LOVE IS EMOTION, WITH GOD ITS GREAT DEVOTION…..
LOVE IS MENTAL, IT HAS EXCELLENT POTENTIAL….
LOVE IS UNCONDITIONAL , NOT NONFICTIONAL….
LOVE HAS NO REASONS, IT LASTS ALL FOUR SEASON’S…
LOVE IS NO LIE WITOUT IT SOME MAY DIE…..
LOVE IS A LESSON GIVEN PROPERLY, YOU WILL RECEIVE MANY BLESSINGS…..
LOVE DON’T COST A THING, BUT IF YOU MESS IT UP, YOU WILL PAY THE PRICE….
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