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I must have dropped out before matriculation
My intention was to be attentive to needs needing
Bleeding hearts hemorrhaging in loss feelings in limbs
A love 2b was not really, really meant 2b for me
I cannot see,
I cannot see
Although plain to retro insight....
But I guess love is blind, so I touch to feel if its real
Appeal was real in the embrace I solely expected to define
Afterall I was a lovechild from love gone wild, in exile
At least that is the motive, or profile of my fashioned denial
Love is everywhere, but my circadian rhythm was set to Spring
So I did my thing, pollinating flora, and yes I did adore her for her's
For she was still and accommodating, in the heat of a knight's blazing
My honey was sweet so I dropped a little upon her bloom to peddle
Works travels fast like scents pleasant draw afar to want 2b near
Upon wings of my obsession, I went as far as this type love's fleeting lesson
Experiencing sights and sounds profound as memories change directions
Reflections are seeds gone with the wind, as I became grounded by roots
Seasons have come and also retreated, pieces of my heart and others defeated
Wounded and wilted by misconception, parched and forlorn for forgiveness
Love indeed hurts but is worth achieving, especially being smart enough for love 2b...
Standardizing a love testing in the treasure for love of self measures lasting forever.....
This is what I always dreamnt for love 2b....and that such a give and take is elementary....
I intend to apply love learned to stay together.....throughout the seasons that come what may
