Fay Slimm (Ageless. / in Cornwall U.K.)
Keeping it Simple.
Affairs of the heart can be weighty,
Demanding our all, suffice to say
If that goes too far we can create
A monster, posing as love, which lays
Down innumerable rules. How to say what,
When to go there, fear is the worst part
Of pseudo-affairs. Sharing forgotten
Simplicity rare, caring departs
And sad hearts know nothing of romance.
Keeping laughter in love begets delight.
Bringing joy to our passion advances
Closeness. Shall we try 'simple' tonight?
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