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In the dim recesses my being, there is a brighter side. With one Spark, I might find it. |
| Life is a woman, for I do not understand She loves me when she wants to And I love her how I can She paints the sky in unnamed colors When all I see is her deft strokes As I long to be the canvas Perhaps she’ll smile at me And I’ll know what to do Love is a child, for I do not comprehend She laughs without warning And I live without a plan She glosses over lavish gifts When all I see is the is the careful wrappings As I play inside the box Perhaps she’ll walk one day And I’ll learn to pursue Loss is a man, for I do not let it end He follows when I’m foolish And I love before I mend He builds his house on shifting sands When all I know is the roof over my head As I long to relocate Perhaps he’ll wake late one day And I’ll be gone without a trace |