From The Cradle To The Grave. Poem by Kevin East

My head loses
When my heart cruises
Then inevitably bruises.
Where love is concerned
It's your breath you should save.
I've crashed and burned
From the cradle to the grave.

Ruled by my emotion
Schooled
On deep devotion.
I swallow every potion
That Cupid may leave.
I wear a smile on my face.
And my heart on my sleeve.
Live and let live!
You may ponder and stall
But I want to give
All or nothing at all.
If people never feel
They have nothing left to steal.
And love can never be bought.
So don't resort
To being clever.
I was taught
It's now or never.
I will
Crank it up on the freeway
One fine day.
I'll ride the valley of death
Singing my swan song
The 'you and me' way.
Right or wrong
With my heart above my head.
As I take my last breath
I will whisper
'I love you, come to bed'.
From the cradle to the grave
My heart has bled.