Saturday, January 7, 2017

The Work of Love Valentine

Even when you’ve written all your life
Mostly detritus and debris
Smitten but never kissed
You can still carry on
The work of love
Which is never tedious
Or wasteful though grim
At times because of
That other one inside
Who sings your destruction
And demise the one
Who has no faith
Even in himself
Or the love you prize

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