Glimpses of love, red, blues of the rainbow, twisted longings,
Grabbing bits of carelessness, with stars passing through moonlight
Thoughts, and parts of ourselves we cherish follow us
And anger, is only love’s blackness shuffling away,
That love may appear in brightness to gather within us
Oh, love how thou doth trouble me with pics and promises
With whimsy and tricks, hand in hand only stunned by anger
Cherishing careless winds, unfolding as bold gifts for our heart
And still, I cannot know love, but with hope it finds me.
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