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love is the only pure form of prosperity and elation

perhaps that was our 'Prince of Peace's' ideal purpose

from the very beginning of our indubious creation

if one's ego truly did uphold a certain size

maybe that very difference is what makes each of us so

indispensable in only a select few others eyes

leaving behind the one I truly best love I have to

question myself is that wise

he can't love me back the way I need to be loved

he only sees me as 'Just one of the guys'

the handsomest face can hide the most evil schemes

it can shatter what we once thought was meant to be

happily-ever-after and drown out the most descent to

deluxe dreams

I love the night it cloaks itself about me and keeps

me safe out of harm's way

it doesn't push or prod me out into the harshness

of the light when in its gentle clutches of the

darkness I wish to stay

for my proposed peace of mind many professed pale

peculiar dragons I've had to silently slay

jealousy you may find is most rigid in its last

legs of decay

always look carefully for exactly what it is you're

looking for

you may come across something useful but don't let rage

sour your soul by laying about dormant

waiting to settle an old score

there is only one real reason that forever is for

so each of us will have enough time to chip away at

the many layers of hatred and deceit

to get to the gentle basin of love's warm

deep caring core

love is like any other place

to get to it

you first must locate the door

we've been hearing this since the olden days of

yore

if the world could just get enough love to go

around

we wouldn't have to keep up the tiresome search of

finding more

one day soon we'll learn though that love isn't

out there it comes from within

it's a private and personal store

one that I must continue to go for

as there is much of my soul

still left to explore......

(written Aug 26,1991 pm)