WHEN
LOVE COMES, BE THERE
Love’s a grin away when you’re near me,
A tall glass of nectar to imbibe
like royalty, a common man made king.
I was the naïve fool who declared
how love was a joy untenable,
playing out behind a keyhole, malleable
to others who were adept at grasping
opportunity and calling it love.
How much I finally learned in hindsight!
Love lacks heartsick trammel for those
who dare.
I fell for you in the backseat of
Debbie’s red car that first time our
hands touched.
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