Once upon a time
I could turn an inkling into a sign
An underscore from a fine line
Intriguing into something sublime
and it was always by design
but I wouldn’t say that it’s all mine
No, I couldn’t give your eye that shine
not with the way I can be so blind
I can’t even make a perfect rhyme
only you could make my heart consign
And it was once upon a time
That I could make you mine
Starting small is perfectly fine
But there’s something that comes to mind
You don’t build from a crumb, or a rind
Love is left over when you throw the rest aside
Love is what life is made of
and life tends to crumble sometimes…
wow, that’s a great insight! 🌺💜
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Thank you 🙂
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