Poem by kwane Lamb
I was listening to this female artist last night,
Relate how she was in love,
And a light came on in my head,
Love or sex or Sex and love...Boeing
Which is which...when you say you are in love?
The line must be incredibly thin or invisible.
If you are in love when you want or after having sex?
Then a certain someone whom you've known for years,
Whom you claim love, love as well...
Then what kind of love do we speak of?
You meet someone you have a thrilling, unique encounter
Now you feel it's love.? !
Love is very, very unpredictable...
Where people's feeling are concerned.
The female artist said how she would...
share this love with another just to keep it...boeing!
Is love that unexplored that we can't
Really distinguish it from what we are not feeling?
Do I really love my mother?
Is this love a love shared by our creator?
And if so how can HE/SHE love us as much
As loving a bird or a bee...
Still saying loving them as much as me?
How can I love Lucy as much as or more then Sally?
Is it looks or sex?
It's something and I know not what it is.
The female artist said she would give anything to keep this love
She was singing of...Boeing!
Are there levels of love and if so, what...
Class would one enter to adjust themselves
To be aware of such level’s in his/her own feelings?
It would provocate, that something this well known
Is so unexpected and is causing people high-blood pressure
As well as having one run right off the road.
What is it and why is it?
I've had some very good cherry pie...
Never really loved it...because apple pie is just as good if not better... Boeing...LOVE!
What is it.>?
I see a queen my body moves in many directions.
I am with a queen my hands and my mind never stop moving.
I am without this queen and the same things occur.
Sounds like love to me,
Felt like love to me,
Then muck, the puck,
A duck is a duck…
I never took love 101,
But in my hood we had classes in hood sex on sex
PH-D's in sex before and after sex.
AA's in sex while having sex with another.
Certificates in plan old 'just love’ Boeing, Boeing, Boeing
But never a class on love and what is(love)
And why it is.
But what the heck...
Whatever it is that makes me feel
I want to be naked and run down the middle of the road...
SMILING...it must be a GOD sent.
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