McKenzie Bodkin

Like wild young horses, lovers are.
Free of the bridle’s shackle-bar,
At first, they meet. Untamed, they balk,
That is until their pillow talk
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“Cold comradeship do stars provide.
They light the closer, inner side
Of night's vast weight, which, chill and clear,
Pulls on us like some puppeteer.
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The soul's patina, etched by days,
Resembles all nature's displays.
Spied close, it seems a work of flaws,
A crisscross, whose haphazard cause,
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“Not for their strength are lilies grown,
Nor for their weight are zephyrs known,
Or for their boldness, butterflies,
Or for their coldness, children's eyes.
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When life presents us with some change
So vast, it threatens to derange
Us, shorn from what we always thought
Our lives should be, to not be caught
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Intellect's walls, firm from all stress,
Slough all assaults, save of caress.
The greatest monolith of all
Will melt, when rains of love do fall.
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Love, at its best, wipes commonsense
Away. Much as drops will condense
From hidden liquid in the air,
So, too, do lovers soon compare
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Some say the spirit lives alone
Within its cage of flesh and bone,
And that one never truly hears
Another's song, though sung for years.
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Few fortunes come to those who choose
To stay secure, afraid to lose
The safety of familiar things.
For though uncertainty’s strange wings
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