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Oh how I would love
to write poems of flaming
love---singing songs stinging
the heart with arrow tipped words
shot from cupid’s quiver; but
today, passionate tears of joyous
love, have turned
into rivers of mourning
for loved children
shot by bullets
from angry guns of hate.
Always and forever
with love---perfect love,
let us embrace the children
with protective pulsating passionate
love---binding them to us in life
as they daily walk the killing streets;
that the life they love will live
and we with it and them---not moaning
tears of heartache and lost;
but singing love songs of glory…glory…glory…
And when love’s love
shall and won
and peace celebrates
the victory, I shall write
the many ways
you may count why and how
much I love you so.
