Love Seems To Have Stopped Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

No home...
Was quickly felt to feel that way.
For a purpose known to own it.
No home...
Was quickly felt to feel that way.
For a purpose known to own it.
And,
Neither was a Rome built to stay,
That way...
Without decay.

No home...
Was quickly felt to feel that way.
For a purpose known to own it.
No home...
Was quickly felt to feel that way.
For a purpose known to own it.
And,
Neither was a Rome built to remain,
AND stay.

People who once felt free now are not.
And...
With their windows and their doors locked.
And...
People seem as if they had forgotten,
What it was to love.
Since a love seems to have stopped.

People who once felt free now are not.
And...
With their windows and their doors locked.
And...
People seem as if they had forgotten,
What it was to love.

No home...
Was quickly felt to feel that way.
For a purpose known to own it.
But a people who once felt free now are not.
And...
With their windows and their doors locked.
And...
People seem as if they had forgotten,
What it was to love.
Since a love seems to have stopped.
Yes a people seem as if they had forgotten,
What it was to love.