Troubled Sweetheart - Poem by Meshack Dasco
How beautifully precious is her spirit-
That quenches - inferno of a wandering soul;
The bottom-top of all is - her care of cares
But the pain of a parturient - who can ease?
Love and understanding - surgeon‘s knife
Can neither dismembered no dissect;
The bliss of love is in the understanding,
But why the ripples and waves of contention?
My scapel - scissors - sutures -
Are for love and to care for love;
Tho‘ hate should come and neglect arise,
My bible - my faith - taught always to care.
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