Learnings and leanings
So many lives I've learned
I've always loved you
So many lives were burned
In flames above you
A crystal sparkle on a higher plane
Of loving, never boring, never strained
Liquid love to swirl in depths, I fain
Loving all unshackled, unconstrained
A whisper still petitioning my ear
To roll unto the day as to the year
The blaze is burning brighter all the while
As love is learning soul as well as style
To keep from writing poem of a length
That strains your soul as well as all my strength
Suffice it all to say that cannot change
You are all the one to rearrange
I hesitate only because each of these poems today took about five minutes. Like a cauldron blowing its lid.
Of course, it makes sense as I reread the poem. Of course you have to lead the way. Just as you have done throughout the ages. The double entendre is paramount.
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