AND BEARS MADE OF PINK,
FLOWERS, DINNERS AND SHOWS OF AFFECTION,
ALL TO GET LOVE...
OR JUST AN ERECTION.
MATERIAL BULLSHIT,
JUST TO GET LAID,
PRESSURE TO SAY AND PRESSURE TO DO,
THIS DAY ON THE CALENDER,
DREADED BY MOST,
TO FEED ONE STRAWBERRIES OR GIVE CHAMPAGNE TOAST.
IF SINGLE,
SUCH PRESSURE TO BE WITH ANOTHER,
IF MARRIED,
A GAME...TO TRY TO BE LOVERS,
MEN HATE IT, IT SEEMS,
SUCH PRESSURE,
SUCH STRIFE,
TO TRY TO SHOW AFFECTION,
TO A WOMAN...OR WIFE!
WOMEN EXPECT...WELL, WAY TOO MUCH TOO,
AN EXTRAVAGANT GIFT OR VARIOUS JEWELS,
WOULDN'T STAR FILLED SKIES...OR A SUNSET JUST DO?
JUST SKIP THE WHOLE THING,
THE HELL WITH IT ALL,
FORGET IT, I QUIT.
DINNER DOES CALL,
BUT BEFORE I END,
AND YOU START TO HISS...
GIVE ME JUST ONE DAY WITH AN HONEST MAN'S KISS,
MY SOUL IN HIS HAND,
THIS THING I MISS.
MY MIND AND MY SOUL, THUS ONE IN HIS HEART,
DIFFERENT, YET THE SAME,
THE QUEST OF MANKIND,
JOINED NOT IN THE BODY...YET ENTWINED IN THE MIND,
YEATS WORDS...THEY HEAR, MY HEARTS TRUE CALL,
"HE SHALL LOVE MY SOUL...AS THOUGH BODY WERE NOT AT ALL."
©2008∞Copperhead
Probably could have waited to post till Valentine's Day, but I was going through some old poetry and thought, sure why not. Yes, it is in caps, oh well.
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