That’s how it is these days
It used to be the idealism of great sex
Now it’s mind play and where it fits in the brain jar
I was never easy to understand
There are always things I want to say
But if I go there, I’ll be asked to explain
Defining it is like trying to grab a blob of mercury
You know where that goes
So let’s leave it all up in the air
It sits like you looking pretty
I still have plenty of mojo
Like a complex whiskey, neat, water if you must
No word can utter the most descriptive and created love we share
How can a man be so wise but yet foolish when it comes to the heart?
For he never felt a love such as this
A love that carves its perfect sculpture
Surpasses all flaws and human understanding
It blooms within all its mistakes, brokenness and fear
It does not rectify but emige understanding
It desires to mend the heart
Resurrecting the good and destroying the bad
Too many hopes deferred
Expecting some sudden change
Too many hurtful words hurled
Regrettablyly exploded in haste
Too many injustices collected
Like I-wasn’t-gonna-say-but
I-always-you-never, you=always-I-never
Irretrievably launched into space
We couldn’t imagine there’d be flowers
Because of so much fallen snow