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my finest and only love poem
"Love is the hewing of trees in the forest of the cynical
At first a refusal at recognition
Refusing the mouth trembles
then the eyes stutter
women tear men curse
then why bells were made to ring
Ringing the world over
at the moon with her silly face, first a smile, a bit of worry
then acceptance.
my finest and only love poem
"Love is the hewing of trees in the forest of the cynical
At first a refusal at recognition
Refusing the mouth trembles
then the eyes stutter
women tear men curse
then why bells were made to ring
Ringing the world over
at the moon with her silly face, first a smile, a bit of worry
then acceptance.