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Pining for Purple Peace
He says I’m beautiful but does he see
The pains of my heart the shuffle of my feet
The rains of dark mysteries of my inner beasts
That torture my my mind when I thirst for peace
I told him about my denim disabilities
Was quite shocked that he is not running
Seems this man’s finds in me his queen
And in him could be king my Prince Charming
I say could because life is no dream
I am not as gullible as I seem
Just because we find in ourselves esteem
And want a mate to place a ring
Oh how do we know what God means
When free will is real and we choose many things
I’m a free spirit and this love is green
Not that I fear it but I’m not trusting
Not ready to say I do anything
Not willing to melt into his dream
Of a life a wife a diamond wearing queen
Perhaps I am too free God must call me
For I wrestle with the winds of destiny
And ancestors call in the red floral breeze
I’m a southern woman who loves and needs
A great deal of passion planting my purple peace.
Copyright ©
Karen Jones
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