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Love_song

Tell me

is your love contracting

retracting

from a lack of use

were you truly acting

a leading actress on too many rainy nights

and much too much dry vermouth

 

Tales of love abound

in the recesses of forgotten minds

yet when the stars neglect to align

the combined

confessions

or our shared affection

leave us love struck and colorblind

no colors to discern

lust being a short term

answer to angels dancing

in the grottos

of ghetto avenues

to mixed reviews

 

Tell me

did you really mean it

when you said I was the one

or was I a gluton

for the religion

of a poisoned

perversity

was your interest in me

strictly

confidential

non essential

in the large scheme of things

 

Tales of our woe abound

differing in delivery

from mouth to mouth

what can our love

truly be about

if it doesn't have the clout

to silence our doubts

baby

do I have to rediscover

the man in me who once hovered

above our reality

are you and I truly meant to be

or should our intensity

 have been delayed

until

the last love song was played

 

Tell me

do you think of me

when waking to begin your day

or does my image bounce and sway

on a ray

of sunlight obscured by clouds

are you still proud

to be my baby-boo

do you replay

the passionate love we made

or a love forbade

the demons we slayed

or the nights we prayed

the wilted bouquet

or the cost we defrayed

to be hopelessly in love

when push comes to shove

do you believe in what we portray

or does our portriat belay

the cost of love we neglected to weigh

say

sweetly

that you love me

totally

absolutely

and I will respond in kind

do we now lock into a love everlasting

or remain fasting

intil the light of heaven penentrates

the darkness of our minds

do we remain frozen in time

images of once upon a time

now a crime

scene

reams upon reams

of film documented

augmented

by our doubts

 

Tales of love lost in paradise

sacrificed

to the whims of chance

our romance

our rants

our dance

in Paris, France

the wine

the sunshine

the April rain

images forgotten in our minds

lost to time

caputred only in pain

a trance

a moondance

that once enhanced

our love now broken by the shaman's spell

maybe

it's just as well

 

Tell me

are you ready to walk away

now our today

is on the precipice of a future sublime

is the time

in the hourglass

at last

out of rhythm

lost in senseless rhyme

now your heart refuses to communicate

with mine

will we refuse to climb

obstacles now

in the prime

of our love lives

can we hope to survive

will we continue to be starved for love

or revive

our love long delayed

pardon me

mon cheri

I will wait for your confession of love everlasting

when the last love song has played

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