Something About Love Poem by Enoch Cole

SOMETHING ABOUT LOVE
Spasmodically, the eventuality of a romantic ambience languish and away doth scrubs.
But supposing fate gives in, it replenish itself again,
And we hype the late occurrence to be an evergreen shrub.
Babe, in anything we do let's keep head up high so we could avert those events projecting to pester and disturb,
Disturb the sweet fountain flow of our love terrain.

So I assert, but we could be drowned beneath the waves of those events.
Likely somehow: anyhow.
Because the billows roll of those events, being disappointing, may subdue our forbearance.
Thereby leading us to bow,
Bow to the aftermath of those happenings: heartbreak.
Oh heartbreak, we concede you because of infidelity and other negative acts.

That loss of composure, over weighing obsession, earnest emotion and caring.
And there's skepticism and sometimes making up of mind on traveling through those features ever again.
Considering the scars of the sores of despair.
But supposing fate gives in, it replenish itself again.
And we fall again for our forsaken features of being in love.
This fate unarguably reacts on approximately all Adam and Eve,
So whenever heartbreak doth hits, let's be courageous and contemplate not suicide or blood cries.
It is always what it is.
But while it plays on us not as it is, yet...
Let's leave the car of our forgone despairs,
And advance to our new, but usual mansion: love.
This is something about love, it's no fallacy.
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