A Love Deferred
What happens to a love deferred
Does it hide in a corner
Like a hibernating bear
Or is it a song stuck in your head
Of it’s existence are you never unaware
Is love a drug
Do you wake up needing them
Without love, is life just a shrug
When love is deferred, can you report a theft
Has your aching heart been stolen for all time
Does the spoken word mean nothing to a mime?
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