#37
Your likeness,
found everywhere,
a mallet
hammering love
in all the places
hidden within,
hiding from light
#38
When its not always even,
and its not always fair
it’s enough to take a chance
and enjoy playing the game.
#39
i figure there's a pattern,
To me and my surroundings,
i hear it all a patter,
when i'm puddled and i’m floundering
i hope there's a pattern
to solve when i need solving,
to break once i know it,
to save me from the next step,
from up around the bend,
to save you from me
when i'm all up in my head,
i need to find a pattern
to let it fall undone,
to break the spell,
to catch a breath,
and rebuild all with love.
#40
Things grow stale,
souls wear as their worn.
When your varnish comes off
where are your thorns?
We parade our petals
and scorn those not yourn,
how much time does it take
to see things reborn?
Oh the ashes are left,
not lovingly brushed,
no we don't take the time
all our lives our rushed.
We pray for immortal,
and don't notice the lush.
Our moments infinite
if we don't lose touch
#41
i forgot to write
the poem in my head
down to page.
It was for you,
it was of love.
The words worked and
captured something special,
something special like you.
Not quite as,
Of course,
But close enough.
For you to relate
and to see
that I see
You. With love.
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wazoo!
-Mr Write