STANLEY PACION (Chicago, Illinois USA)

Somebody wrote me,
It was in response to a video;
He commented upon a You Tube up-load,
One in which I read some love lyrics of mine.

The writer noted that a man my age should be content -
Say with gardening and maybe a grandchild or two;
He claims my time is misspent,
Wasted upon romance,
And no fool like the fool whose fate it is,
Stuck in the rut of heart-rendering verse.

Yea, sure, but grant me my own life, and frankly
What do I care how purveyors of joylessness think?

Hey! Anyways,

I thank the commentator for his time,
The time he took to compose his thought,
I give his response a consideration,
Yet then I must insist, no fear, no worry of rebuke,
I have no problem when I proclaim.

I keep bleeding, bleeding in love.

I take delight,
Announce that more command of Word,
That more love's vocabulary resides within my little finger,
- Audience, forgive the boast -
Than occupies all the many heads,
Which march in the armies of negativity!

I keep bleeding, bleeding in love.

Once Son of Man lost life,
He was crucified and nailed upon a cross,
And when He rising from the dead,
He fulfilled the Holy Writ and dies no more.
And we ourselves after Resurrection,
Shall be ‘Ever with the Lord, '
And lo and behold he who loves,
Not necessarily wisely, but well,
Remember the promise,
He shall be with Him today in heaven.

I keep bleeding, keep bleeding in love.