Sunday, May 24, 2009
Where is the love?
Where is the love
And you once had asked
Were u concerned it had drifted
Had I moved my way
Did you really want to know
Was this an easy bid, for an older day?
No more than a game
An unfrequented leisure
An infrequent thought
Did you stop to consider
It is a heart
You may say inconsiderate
And I would say the same
Did I understand you right
Was the love but a game
Was it right not to accept
Was it good a ask what did not want
The heart is but a gentle one,
In pouring out love, she had been won
In her all feelings cocooned
Beauty not revealed, seen within
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