it's a dangerous
thing to write love
poems. to express
yourself so openly
for all the world
to see, for what
if the love is not
to be, what if it
ends and dies like
a summer fling,
so many what if's
to ponder, that it's
crazy to ven think
that way. it is
for the moment, so
good, so sweet, so
nice and easy, and
that's enough to
write about and say
what i need to say
with apologies given
to all those who
don't see things
exactly my way.
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