Saturday, August 13, 2016

Lostness Valentine

We (names here) are the stubborn type
Rebellious impertinent impolite
We love to and we do not love to fight
Some of Irish-German stock like me
With somehow a middle-eastern
Liaison thrown in don't ask me
My guess is during the Crusades
Lending to a slightly olive skin
Under an otherwise ruddy glow
We love the jigs and reels
And suckers for the slow waltzes
We love to wake and dream
And seek what true and false is
Until we feel how lostness feels

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