Desperate For Love
I sat beside love and felt her hand;
Her passion put a barricade on my mouth.
I just couldn't come to tell her;
She became too demanding.
Love's silk smooth skin;
Her perfect imperfections.
Her cooking is phenomenal;
Before stale as stone.
Makes me wonder if she knows...
I found another Love.
Love, tugging back and forth;
Which do I choose...
My Mother always told me,
From her past experiences... Love is like oil...
It can be destroyed in seconds,
But can take a lifetime to recover
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