Tree Trimming
30 Nov 2011 Leave a Comment
Love, so fickle and angry
So delicate a reflection of
The soul
Love, the mere act
To love with a fierceness
So unlike that of my emotions
Love, the necessary element
Missing from many
Yet with so many holding on
To give theirs to someone worthy
Love, if it will come to me
Will be kept warm
Will be kept safe and protected
From the monsters
That hide under the bed
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