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Here is something I don’t understand
often love carries a brand
Circle K or rocking bar
defining whose or what we are
A burn on the hip; a name off the lip
possessiveness and ownership
Some confine love to the head or the bed
and try to improve it with something they’ve read
Many believe that love can be given
to and from it others feel driven
Do you think we pick and choose
that love is something we can use
Something earned and often planned
subject to payment on demand
When love’s a commodity traded around
it’s no fucking wonder it can’t be found
It can’t be given or sent to a friend
those thinking this are around the bend
Our minds will never figure love out
the paradoxes keep it in doubt
Love is more a taste or a flavor
making our life something to savor
The seers and sages down through the ages
philosophers, prophets, and even the mages
Say love is the very fabric of life
it can’t be divvied up with a knife
It’s finer than silk or gossamer wings
penetrating even the densest of things
This includes you and certainly me
and it isn’t subject to any decree
Love is the Life, blood of the soul
complete in itself, making all things whole
Swelling the chest, melting the breast
the heart’s beloved wandering guest
A bee to the flower, a moth to flame
blessing all with only one name
O! that the selfish, lonely and cruel
would come and steal this precious jewel
The alchemy of this hoarded treasure
transforms a man of any measure
The strong go weak; the powerful meek
the lamb and the lion dance cheek to cheek
Revelers bathe in liquid moon shine
hearts are drunk on rosewater wine
Drunkards are dancing; children are prancing
wounds and hearts the Guest is lancing
The beat of the drum; the flute and its hum
sweetens us up like a ripened plum
Love cascades in a quiet crescendo
opens the door and enters the window
Love is an ester flooding the room
making us all a bride and a groom
No one is spared; nectar is shared
more and more bosoms are being bared
The heart is birthing; constantly mirthing
the mystery, IT is unearthing
Flickering light; darkening night
curiosity quickens the heart’s delight
The night is afire, a joyous choir
an ecstatic dance within this pyre
The fire dies down, we don a green gown
deciding to take this party to town
Smiles on our face, we spill from this place
letting the children set the pace
We make a great noise, disregard poise
and giggle at all our conduct annoys
The butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker
will never again be our heartbreaker
Love is no longer tied to a thought
or seen as something that must be sought
Love is what we’re never without
regardless of all we’re bitching about
So I hope these words in part convey

Good God! I forgot what I started to say!!!