Love is im sure the deadliest sin. It's just like a cancer that rots from within. But maybe my words are tainted with hate. If love is your muse, then your poems great..,
yours is the hand that lifts in order to aspire for so much more a timeless chore
I stand beneath the gloom & doom
Tough so trust in fate to clean your room
A challenge to be free is a question of time
Blended in a circle tried to cling
Sapphire to assume the door to open
cling a swing still got me im the potion
love is the mere essence of my inner existence
Willow creek shivers a scent of dew across my face
things do change let me be the first to explain,
roses of love tainted by hands from above left as a squeaky wheel bargain basement deal

love is the timber the helps light its inner flame
growing, flowing & intoxicating pulse
we seek as actors clever to its claim
I look to the sea reflections in the way spark my memory some happy some sad
love is fashioned by tainted realization of a bargain basement deal
of the rocking chair beneath the squeaky wheel

see your face
love to taste
how you fought so hard and fierce
my one solution is gone from here
a challenge to be free is a question of time breading loud
pour out the potion through loves fine glass a reason to relax
draw strength from the echoes we hear by South
trim back the atmosphere as if a mouse

dig well below bust up the beat to promote its tempo