Stark
Scratches
Wednesday’s
child seeks love’s perfection
A
self-contained wrecking ball into love’s demolition
Constantly
in sackcloth and ash, watered by frustration’s tears
Promises
in the mirror that next time will be happiness’ cheers
But does
my mind’s eye deceive me?
My
constant companion is my third eye that protects me
Sensitivity
that ignites my passion
The same
that explodes, perhaps, love’s heaven
But how
could I have known the lesson’s that greet and teach?
Next time
is experience that sears
Regret is
half-baked recrimination, so evil
I ponder
this confusion and that the past has no relevance
The fight
for logic into reason is undermined by love’s emotion
This
ridiculous result is from the unknown of chemical fusion
For at
the basis of love is always the animal kingdom
More
powerful than that which unites two lovers in reason
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