First an acquaintance
Then goods friends
Get to the
point – unhinge my
heart and soul
Love me for
who I am,
not for what
I’m not, otherwise
will not work...
Don’t let me
have to disguise
my love – on
bended knees
pleading, love me
two times – no
broken promises, scars
will run deep
Please don’t make
our love temporary...
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“The woman or man who is a poet, or fiction writer, or playwright, or all of these, is engaged constantly in a jazz ballet of vocabularies, passions, genders, histories, perspectives, death, love, and life. The music of revelation announces itself to
Love Tinka
who I am,
not for what
I’m not, otherwise
will not work...)
Love will find a way, if people will just get out of its way.
Great write.