I'm told I'm pretty good but I'm always suspicious of praise from people who know and love me, and whom may be concerned that a negative answer might lead to them having to sit through more poetry.
To be in love
and love to be,
though simple in design,
is rather quite a luxury
to hearts that are inclined
to love and let all reason
fall to obscurity
until loves ripest season
reveals so painfully
that while it's flesh may tender be
it's thorn does bar it well,
and while it's sight is heavenly
it's absent touch is h**l.
Tho' I've been suffered, torn and tried
by love's undying pain
I'll greet h**l for it's warmth if I
should never love again.
It's about falling for a str8 guy. <sigh>. LoL
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