I Write Poetry
🎴BEING AND LOVE
Being loved confers
a Power that
surely we don’t
deserve…
we
might end up abusing it…
For ne’er again
be there a plan,
some
purely made Way
of pursuing it…
So ere we act, may
our lives be unhacked
and our souls be served
by no clumsy elan…
but rather a dower,
a sheltering tower…
thoroughly expounded…
some rounded
and squared
Preserve.
Being loved confers
a Power that
surely we don’t
deserve…
we
might end up abusing it…
For ne’er again
be there a plan,
some
purely made Way
of pursuing it…
So ere we act, may
our lives be unhacked
and our souls be served
by no clumsy elan…
but rather a dower,
a sheltering tower…
thoroughly expounded…
some rounded
and squared
Preserve.