What Is Love? Baby Dont Hurt Maey... - Poem by mike ruthenbeck
overcome from becoming more mundane
days looped in weeks of months of disaster
sew up the tares of insane in my brain,
forgetting love will cure the tare faster...
self denial! I'll find me a woman!
no better thing than making her smile!
eyes show the truths of loves greatest omen
swimming across the mountain of miles.
A quest leading to a happier state
often seems based on a whim and a prayer
man needing woman seems more to be fate
he protects her and of he she will care
forming two souls in relative harmony
to cosmic and unwritten testimony
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