Things
sun and rain
pleasure and pain
war and peace
love and the brain
the act of love
is a curious thing
it starts in the heart
with the eyes that sing
there is an exchange
between the two
a time set aside
for me and you
sipping tea adding glue
then the stories
and secrets are told
"what are you now
that your this many
years old?"
calling on the phone
going places together
giving each other hugs
writing sweet letters
then
that one thing happens
that turns things around
a hint of jealousy
makes a little sound
thoughts are suspicions
and eyes magnify
we hate competitions
and ask ourselves why
what we thought
was beautiful
was a doorway to hell
we should never
make heaven
in this world
sages tell
should we love in earnest
until they break our hearts
with each and every
new love
with the end
is how to start
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