Heaven is silent
the rush of poetry stemmed
love keeps moving along
in circular motions bending and breaking,
back turned to me
never taking a straight line
burning bridges with your touch
wrecking havoc on wretched heart
Love the reason miracles never die
even after you danced away with my heart
and took the sun, moon, and life with you
guess I wanted you more
no, there were no kisses shared
so much bottled up, sealed with an immortal hand
Turns out the tailor made you for me,
but the package made it home to somebody else
love has everything to do with it
flying where he will, as free-spirited as the wind
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