Love must be hard


How else do Roamers
treasure its earthly worth
Love is that hidden & rarely discovered coin

Love, you sordid muddled mystery!
You have stolen my goodness
awakened my forlorn
blooming, bubbly beast
My very rident Breath is
accustomed to You
the poise of me is rocked like a wrecked wiper against the  pelt of
raging rain
the muse & pitch of me is silenced
like an abandoned stable

The plain is plenty
for even the hueless
are dapper than I
Acorn Love, I will preserve thee
and let the Bird  free
For the Treasure within is of
greater worth
my smiling soul must adjourn
for something later to ripen


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