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Love Jones searching for a new love, maybe a wish will follow
a brighter day is welcomed with a new tomorrow
my love grows for a single tainted rose
a cracked heart, closed eyes
and shelter thorough a tornado blow
I'm demolished...
tortured...
by December rain promised with January pain
It's May again
and the door sways open...
after one knock
how does one elevate and put this on lock?
with just enthusiasm and lustful creations
love the sounds of lovemaking
till the 12th hour empowers
then leave it to the plan of a higher power
destined for the gold that you hold
that no other key can fit
so keep it tight
no fear, just relax my friend, my lover
it's a helluva mix, no time for tricks
and it will all be measured when we rise together
when the horizons settle
over this long drought...
©1998
by A. Bonaparte
