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Three Love Songs


First is from the one that’s filled with fear,

Listen close and you will likely hear

Long and fond drones on the song that’s wrong:


“Prove your love and read my mind right now.

Hit the mark and do not ask me how

Know what triggers me before I do

Or I will bleed all over you.


“You must live to give me what I need –

Broken, faithful, thoughtless heartless steed.

You should know where I want us to go

Kick and prod until you know.”



Second song is from my voice within;

A secret silent solemn hidden hymn.

Now alone I own this homely tone: 


“I was young and hoped that older me

Always thought and worked to keep me free.

Now I’m old and lost the little boy –

Shunned him for her fragile joy.


“Though we fight and bite and steal and cry

You will always be my little guy.

Though our bond is one we cannot see

We will make our selfs good company.”


Third comes from the one I thought I’d lost,

Her kiss and touch it came at such great cost.

Blue, you flew and coo the truest tune:


“We had gone our separate happy way 

Days of romance locked in memory. 

Though we do not fear being alone

Why do we still yearn to make a home?

 

“I am strong and you will also see

Love is kind and good and free from me.

You might hurt me every single day

Yet still I choose you anyway.”


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