Post by wavemaker9 (Rick D.) on Jul 17, 2009 8:57:56 GMT -5
Love is a many-blundered fling.
Like a boxer's blows that only flow
with an early spring.
Love is nature’s way of living
a reason for forgiving.
The molten crown that makes a man a thing
lost on a high and windy hill.
In the morning tryst two lovers missed and the world stood still
But when our antlers touched my violent tart had taught me what to bring,
Yes, new love’s a many splinted wing.
Like a boxer's blows that only flow
with an early spring.
Love is nature’s way of living
a reason for forgiving.
The molten crown that makes a man a thing
lost on a high and windy hill.
In the morning tryst two lovers missed and the world stood still
But when our antlers touched my violent tart had taught me what to bring,
Yes, new love’s a many splinted wing.
