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WHY PRETEND?
How can I really live when you aren't with me!
I am slowly dying because you aren't near by:
My entire being wants to hear that you love me,
Now, how can such a truth, be a lie?
Even the night air wants to listen that you love me,
And the calm silence whispers: "It's no lie..."
Why pretend...When our love is meant to bloom and blend?
Why pretend...aren't we not lovers and not just friends?
I am no Bill Bixby to show you merely magic treats,
Nor a Houdini to fool you with some acts and tricks,
Or do you think that I aint nothing but a freak,
Who only amuses you while you are half-asleep?
Why pretend? O Just tell me my love...Why pretend?
Why pretend...When there's nothing to pretend?
Why pretend? O my beloved woman, why pretend???
When our dance of love is not meant to end...
I am truly happy when you are around me,
And if you haven't known this fact by now,
Will "pretending" help either you or me?
Tell me O you dearest woman whom I love...
You 're the reason that I love to be me,
And the vitality flows like blood now,
Enriching me from within and without,
So how can you not believe... in our love?
Why pretend? When feelings have just started to blend?
Why pretend... that we aren't lovers and still just friends?
I am no con man nor an actor -- and you know that,
And so will I love you even when I'm dead,
And, unlike a cowboy or a swashbuckler,
Will love to love you forever, without regret,
So, why pretend? Tell me my love, why, should we... pretend?
Is our carousel of love really meant to sadly end?
Why pretend? How can the truth we share, ever pretend?
Why pretend....please tell me my O my woman...Why pretend?
WHY PRETEND.....YEAHHHH....WHY PRETEND???
Ah haaaa, I see at last there is trouble in paradise..........
Has your B.R.W. been a bad girl? Well, it would seem so! Want me to go smack her around a little? If so, just send me her address and consider it done. I'll even throw in a few extra whacks for all the other simpering women who secretly pray for her to fall down a flight of steps or worse yet meet some slick, creepy guy at the local mercantile and get married to him forever leaving you alone and heart broken in the lurch. Vicious she dogs aren't they to pray for such a fate eh? Not me though, you know I tease as I'm practically head cheerleader now for you and your B.R.W.'s eventual, shall we say, 'Coming together' or is that too sleaze ball and one night standish like of me to say? If so never no never mind. No harm no fowl as I'm just all type talk and feathers. Anyway, all kidding aside, again another great poem and I truly hope this was just a poetic reply to a song as stated and not some dressing down to your numero uno true love cause if it is then she is becoming a little sloppy in her own holding up this great testament to true love between you and she. In other words to me, it seems you've been doing a lot of fetching and carrying while she on the other hand just sits on her lazy rump and lets you do so. She keeps this up and I (me and a lot of other ladies on the side lines here) personally think you should in your next master piece send her poetically packing.......... Was just a thought. Don't shoot the messenger okay? (smiles too brightly!) Anyway, enjoyed the poem, but wanted to beat the W.I.Q. ( woman in question) up for inspiring such a sad, break your heart on a stone rib sort of sonnet. You really should troll better avenues for a finer love. Bats eyes at Naveed goofily ( by the way is goofily a word? Didn't think so but it fit so well! forget for a tiny teensy bit that you are an editor as you read this critique of mine would ya? great thanks, I tell ya yer a prince among paupers but in a good way!) happy weekend, you know who!............ so why type it?...