I rest my duty a moment here and wonder
What force did Newton
dat pulled her thoughts to my mind
A tug of bliss I feel in pain
dat is logically undefined.
What organic recurrent magic so pure
dat teleports her to come forth my eyes
What body or form my self walks beside
A humble lip moment energizes a life
And a view so clear despite the long dark night
A cool gale bruises troubles…
Makes e’m smooth
And in concurrent thought, enemies tremble
A scrupulous chain of untimely events
A little crack and ballistically you crumble.
What brinks of heights could I be standing at?
To die for being without
A flux of feeling breaks intermediately in woe
What fury that could melt a metal
But yet not even touch her toe.
Why couldn’t he let go nor be with another
Why aint a man so strong in love
Dats not received the other half
I realize it’s a duality of staff
That won’t last without the other…
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