True Love

“TRUE LOVE.” a poem for: WEDNESDAY, November 20, 2019

Maybe the reason IT sees no faults is (that) TRUE LOVE’s just floatin’ along.

It’s so fuzzy, it don’t see well, certainly not right or wrong.

IT can’t make judgments MUCH about short or medium or long;

IT sort of mumbles something like a sleepy, silly song.

The sounds IT makes are poetic verse; IT hasn’t the capacity to ever rehearse.

IT’s just floating in a daze, looking around;

IT doesn’t know where IT’s bound.

You can fall into IT, get lightheaded and then you’re SO relaxed;

Then, you snap out of IT and say: “I think I climaxed,

But I can’t remember anything after I said: ‘My Love is True,’ “

TRUE LOVE IS MAYBE LIKE WHEN DEATH COMES OVER YOU.

I fell in love with DEATH one strange and lonely night;

My fear of death is more than any other fright,

But, I could not resist, so much in love was I;

I couldn’t decide to laugh or to stop and cry,

To run or to stay, so I just stopped right there and then,

Death said: “I need you more than other men,

For your life of love is LOVE INDEED;

Without you I’D BE DEAD, so GO ON, Lover.

LEAD.”

fin <3