Some One Is Going To Pay (poem) by Walter LaVerne Jones on AuthorsDen

Some One Is Going To Pay
by Walter LaVerne Jones → (All Poetry by Walter LaVerne Jones)
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Cost of love, both sides of the street is life itself
She slipped into the seat left for her by the baby grand Smiling she pulled grace and fame to one spot Years of practice she held them all She touched me like no other had We love perfection Laud we come in armor been same way in change Taking heathen action on a free solemn shed eagerness Seed works itself in a backside stand taking soil from life Little child watches from window as fate decrease Plead beckons day forgotten by dreams falling away Somber is the dress and gown of love taking how All lingering nursery rhymes lead the wild passing hand in hand Tall and limbed well a hang of silk leads and greed is lewd Brewed in full iron pot soft whispers float skyward seeking man Long hearted woman peeks past class of hourglass sleeping Flower of angel's pulls at fingers seeing love on dew dripping wonder Shadows push past the path of diamond rings as light pleases white dress Fight rings hard as tresses bend shallow need of wealth in price cast A man pulls his stick across the path of arm in hand love is blind Guide of tie embers stall for angel wings crisp in heat wanting So real the assemble as to recall a menagerie new glass figures cried Hue draws from rainbows leading gold in song missing palace time Trust works hard in memories floating on a soul of crust given form Dust ripples in holding a soul wandering strips of day practices hope Heart wallows in traveled borders of fate sleeping in love In clear mountain morning a favorite crawls in work as smart Cheek cover in love fall hard to times of lovers waiting for the suitor to pass Last of the many is passing a review of things done and undone just meek Whence a bountiful girl takes hold of a heart crying in pair upon a throne Failure to capture the moment and hold love takes past sin to penance Rude rifles speak for the pride of hunger and need in bless and blame Locked in her heart a manner of empty takes a special heart to solitude Room spins in sorrow as the love takes it place in a long line of missed joys Travel hard in wind and song upon a breeze perfume draws back lover Run she cries to her suitor as the poison of love takes well a heart Fade well clouds in fate responsible for the dark of her sun